The Higher the Socks (The Downer the Foo)

Ha ha. Back again for you lames

Foos gone wild. Ha ha! I been wild. Ha ha!

Ha ha!

I woke up in the morning and I twisted my pipe

Looked around the neighborhood not a lame in sight

Foo my hyna kicked me out cause we got in a fight

And the homies locked up so I flew him a kite

Them broken windows got me up all night

If I can’t afford a sack I’ll be jackin your bike

I get high more times than Dr. Foo says “right”

Homie some foos bark but Homie some foos bite

I’m a real skante warrior since back in the day

I was getting getting spun out when other foos got blazed

I was pullin out the pipa while you foos smoked jays 

Imma tweak it til I die foo it’s not a faze

I gotta stay focused my minds in ketosis

I lost weight you notice? I part seas like Moses

Whoo I just ran outta breath

Lemme smoke some broken windows

Second verse comes next

The higher the socks, the downer the foo

The bigger the torta the more Ima do

Pick up a sack, I got nothing to lose

Rock pipas like cradles I go 10 to 2

The higher the socks, the downer the foo

The bigger the torta the more Ima do

Pick up a sack, I got nothing to lose

Rock pipas like cradles I go 10 to 2

2nd verse motherfuckers now I’m all tweaked out

Imma show these oil burners what im all about

Some foos smoke foos some foos smoke rock

You can Saca La Bolsita suck on my cock

Some Foos call me a Burn some Foos call me a J cat

But you can ask your hyna

Bet she’ll never say that

Straight Facts

Here’s my flow you can rate that

Getting road head smoking skante in a Maybach

Cause even when I lose I win in this life of sin

Fresh out the pen and I’m at it again

Foo I’m Loc’d out, smoked out, down for whatever

I smoke broken windows been up since September

He’s got a pitbull and he’s got a pistol

All I really care about is who seen Crystal

Crystal’s a hyna that lives in my pipa

Kick the fuck back and come smoke with me Mija

The higher the socks, the downer the foo

The bigger the torta the more Ima do

Pick up a sack, I got nothing to lose

Rock pipas like cradles I go 10 to 2

The higher the socks, the downer the foo

The bigger the torta the more Ima do

Pick up a sack, I got nothing to lose

Rock pipas like cradles I go 10 to 2

Cause even when I lose I win

Homeboy you never been to the Pen

Coming out super hard

Talking shit on the boulevard

Cause even when I lose I win

Homeboy you never been to the Pen

Coming out super hard

Talking shit on the boulevard!

Ha ha!

Hit after hit homie, fuck you lames!

Spun out right now with the broken windows

Check it out homie I got a lil' joke for you, ha ha

What did the cholo ghost say?

Nobody?

Fooooo!

Foooooooo!

Ha ha! Foos gone wild