2pac - Indo Smoke lyrics

[Intro: G-Child] 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 [Verse 1: Mista Grimm] 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 sh** Just, listen and recline for a spell Pa** the fat spliff back and forth (oh yeah) Stuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic Cloud that somehow prevents me from installin' fresh air [Verse 2: Warren G] Ahh, Indosmoke Pa** 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 muthaf**in' 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 [Hook: Nate Dogg (x2)] (Are you high yet?) Whatever you do muthaf**a you betta not choke This ain't no stress, it's the muthaf**in' indo smoke [Verse 3: Mista Grimm] 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 [Hook (x2)] [Verse 4: Mista Grimm] 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 [Hook Outro: Nate Dogg] [Are you high yet? (repeated in background)] 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 save me n***as from funny land 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 n***a Mista Grimm and you know Warren G I gotta n***a 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 [Outro: G-Child] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' 19 ninety muthaf**in' 3 (hey) I got my muthaf**in n***as in the house I got my n***a Mista Grimm in the house (uh, ah) I got my n***a B-Tip in the house (uh, ah) I got my n***a Nate Dogg in the house (uh, ah) I got my n***a Ricky Rod in the house (uh, ah) I got the n***a Butch in the house (uh, ah) I got my n***a 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 n***a 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) (x2) Are ya high big baby? Are ya high? (laugh) (x2) n***a I asked you is you high (I'm f**ed up) I ain't be gotten no women, n***a is you high, sh** (I'm f**ed up) Oh we can do this then Hey, let's go Its over big baby, hey