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Indo Smoke (LP Version)
Mista Grimm
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Whoo
Hey, this is the G-Child, spaceketeers
Are ya in the house, baby, are ya in the house?
You know what I'm sayin', 'cause it's that time
For you to kicks the funk online as we rewind, then it will combine
Smokin' on the bud, feelin' kinda high
Sippin' on the gin, feelin' kinda fly
A Warren G production sits in the tape deck
As Mr. Grimm raps overlaps, don't say shit
Just listen and recline for a spell
Pass the fat spliff back and forth (oh, yeah)
Stuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic
Cloud that somehow prevents me from installin' fresh air
Ah, Indosmoke
Pass me the joint so I can take a toke
One puff, two puff, three puff, four puff, five, I'm feelin' real high
Leaning to the side in my muthafuckin' ride, with the OG gangsta glide
Whoo! Hey now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
Breakaway, come again like this, the LB to the C two times to miss
'Cause if you do, you break you get broke
Me and Mr. G and the indo smoke
(Are you high yet?) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke
(Are you high yet?) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
(Are you high yet?) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke
(Are you high yet?) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
Fee, fi, foe, really doe
I'm still smokin' and sippin', talkin' like a pimp
Freakin', seekin' new lands without transport
'Cause indo smoke is a man's sport
I never feel stressed and that's the realist
Just a proper herb for my chronic illness
Please, let me go on with my day
Relax with phat tracks and a real fat J
Ooh, I think I'm in love
Astounded from what it did sended me far above
On a fly Cloke, I can brag for days
You can't swim with Grimm, because my tidal wave's, high
And that's no joke, because Mr. Grimm takes flight from the indo smoke
(Are you high yet?) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke
(Are you high yet?) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
(Are you high yet?) Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke
(Are you high yet?) This ain't no stress, it's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
Ignition to remission blast off through the cause
Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause
I sonic boom when I return back to earth
Birth of a new rhyme will take no time
I'm prepared, papers and a lighter to provoke
A comical scene to watch Mr. Grimm choke
Then gain composure, compose a symphony
From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mr. G mixed together nicely
Combining lick the linings vaula
A fat chronic sack you can put in your jaw
H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs
Smokin' on the chronic, gettin' straight sprung
Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin'
Dancin' on the ceilin', like Lionel
If ya I break 'em 'til they can't be broke, as I soak, in the indo smoke
(Are you high yet?) Take a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside
(Are you high yet?) We will show you whether our gangstas love to get high
(Are you high yet?) We get high on every street in Long Beach
(Are you high yet?) So don't come to my hood thinkin' that you can save me
(Are you high yet?)
(Are you high yet?) Niggas from foreign land wanna come to the East and reveal
(Are you high yet?) I gotta vicious left hook, and you're damn right I will steal
(Are you high yet?) Shots go out to my nigga Mr. Grimm and you know Warren G
(Are you high yet?) I gotta nigga named Gangsta Rod, you know B-Tip you know me
(Are you high yet?) My name is Nate D-O double G, and I'm comin' straight from the East
(Are you high yet?) Don't think you don't know where I'm from, I'm from 213
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
1990, muthafuckin' three (hey)
I got my muthafuckin' niggas in the house
I got my nigga Mr. Grimm in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga B-Tip in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga Ricky Rod in the house (uh, ah)
I got the nigga Butch in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga Greg in the house (uh, ah)
He's engineering this, check it out
You know what I'm sayin', Long Beach in the house
We hooked up with some people from West Covina
My nigga Mr. Grimm, but you know
Ain't nothing but a G Thang, uh
G Thang, but you don't hear me though, yeah
Are you high yet?
Are you high yet? I'm high, baby
Are you high? Are you high, big baby? Are ya high?
Nigga, I asked you is you high (I'm fucked up)
I ain't be gotten no women, nigga is you high, shit (I'm fucked up)
Oh, we can do this then, hey, let's go, it's over, big baby, hey
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