Indo Smoke

Smoking on the bud, feeling kinda high

Sipping on the gin, feeling 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 installing fresh air

Ah, indo smoke

Pass me the joint so I can take a toke

One puff, two puff, three puff, four puff

Five, I'm feeling real high

Leaning to the side in my motherfucking ride

With the OG gangster glide

Woo

Hey, now you know

Inhale, exhale with my flow

Breakaway, come again like this

The L-B to the C two times, don't miss

'Cause if you do, you break, you get broke

Me and Mista G and the indo smoke

Are you high yet?

Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke

Are you high yet?

This ain't no stress, it's the motherfucking indo smoke

Are you high yet?

Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke

Are you high yet?

This ain't no stress, it's the motherfucking indo smoke

Fee, fi, fo, really though

I'm still smoking and sipping, talking like a pimp

Freaking, seeking new lands without transport

'Cause indo smoke is a man's sport

I never feel stress and that's the realest

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, sending me far above

On a fly toke, I can brag for days

You can't swim with Grimm

'Cause my tidal wave's high

And that's no joke

'Cause Mista Grimm takes flight from the indo smoke

Are you high yet?

Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke

Are you high yet?

This ain't no stress, it's the motherfucking indo smoke

Are you high yet?

Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke

Are you high yet?

This ain't no stress, it's the motherfucking indo smoke

Ignition to emission, blast off through the cosmos

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 mix together nicely

Combing, lick the linings, voila

A fat chronic sack you can put in your jar

H&R, puff the stuff in your lungs

Smoking on the chronic, getting straight sprung

Stretched, taken to the extreme feeling

Dancing on the ceiling like Lional

If you hear my on some vinyl

I break 'em till they can't be broke

As I soak

In the indo smoke

Are you high yet?

Just take a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside

Are you high yet?

We will show you whether our gangsters 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 thinking that you can save me

Are you high yet?

Are you high yet?

**** from the funny 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?

Shouts go out to my ****

Mista Grimm and you know Warren G

Are you high yet?

I gotta **** named Gangsta Ron

You know beats if you know me

Are you high yet?

My name is Nate D-O double G

And I'm coming straight from the East

Are you high yet?

Don't think you don't know where I'm from, I'm from 2-1-3

Are you

Are you high yet?

Are you high yet?