K-pop Lyrics

Woo hey this is the g child spaceketeers
Are ya in the house baby are ya in the house?
You know what I'm sayin cuz it's that time
For you to kicks the funk online as we rewind
And 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 mista grimm raps over laps 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
Ahh indosmoke
Pass me the joint so I can take a toke
1 puff 2 puff 3 puff 4 puff
5 I'm feelin real high
Lean into the side in my muthafuckin' ride
With the o g gangsta glide
Woo hey now ya know
Inhale exhale with my flow
Breakaway come again like this
The lb to the c two times don't miss
Cuz if you do you break you get broke
Me and mista g and the indo smoke
(Are you high yet?)
Whatever you do muthafucka
You betta not choke
This ain't no stress
It's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
(Are you high yet?)
Whatever you do muthafucka
You betta not choke
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
Cuz 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 toke I can brag for days
You can't swim with grimm
Because my tidal wave's high
And that's no joke
Because mista grimm takes flight
From the indo smoke
(Are you high yet?)
Whatever you do muthafucka
You betta not choke
This ain't no stress
It's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
(Are you high yet?)
Whatever you do muthafucka
You betta not choke
This ain't no stress
It's the muthafuckin' indo smoke
Ignition to remission blast off through the cos
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 mista grimm choke
Then gain composure compose a symphony
From c h r o n i c and mista g
Mixed together nicely
Combinin' lick the linings voilà
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 hear me on some vinyl
I break 'em till they can't be broke
As I soak in the indo smoke
Take a trip with nate dogg to the eastside
We will show you whether
Our gangstas love to get high
We get high on every street in long beach
So don't come to my hood thinkin'
That you can fade me
Niggas from a funnyland wanna come
To the east and reveal
I gotta viscious left hook
And you're damn right I will steal
Shots go out to my nigga mista grimm
And you know warren g
I gotta nigga named gangsta rod
You know b tip you know me
My name is nate d o double g
And I'm comin' straight from the east
Don't think you don't know
Where I'm from I'm from 213
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'
19 ninety muthafuckin' 3 (hey)
I got my muthafuckin niggas in the house
I got my nigga mista 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 mista grimm but you know
Ain't nothing but a g thang uh
G thang but you don't hear me though
Hahaha yeah
Are you high yet? (laugh)
Are ya high big baby?
Are ya high? (laugh)
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
Its over big baby hey