Smoke DZA - Sounds Of The Indo lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] I used to go naughty flow up to skate key Bad b**h, n***as on her block used to hate me Try to back me down, thank God for the safety For them at least, cus' sh** n***as die every day B You doubted me, be proud of me, thought it was over for me Fake rain on my parade, it's looking oh so sunny Hustla', used to be the little brother understudy, over it Hit the strip now I'm gettin' all this money Used to top ramen it, till I got winnin' P's go for 65 in Providence Got a bunch of white boys tryna' spend some dollars and Imma' go get it like that sh** is going out of trend What's poppingtin? Them n***as jocking him Tryna' sneak in with us but we not with them [Den10] k** these n***as, Dza! [Smoke Dza] I got em', Den! f** them n***as hollerin' Game 7 sh** n***a, I gotta' win [Hook: Den10] The percolating sounds of the indo I'm higher than the highest of heavens, soar I'm trying to throw Pirellis on a Porsche I'm riding with the top back, rain pourin' Smoother than a Ski Beat sliding on em' No h*mo, no not your order nor No y'all n***as better run and go Get a job with the f**in' flows y'all spittin', uh! [Verse 3: Smoke Dza] I used to go Pebble Beach for the freakin' Now I go Montreal suites for the weekend Blue dreamin' out in Cali, I don't see them Steamin', got me havin' trouble breathing right It's the High Times spitta' of the year Put a lot of n***as on, n***as used to wear my gear Yeah but since I hit the net, sh** it's something like, Cheers Everybody know my name, yeah know I'm up in here No horseplay, only my wears Hard denim Levi's, Beamer thats the G Ride Might slide ya chica She use my mic to beat bop She get her Dougie on, then put her girlfriend on Might slide the whole crew, that's the sh** that I be on Smoke a doobie wit her, do it wit her, then I'm gone sh**, I'm a monster, slayin' these b**hes I'm on my 'Bron sh**, conquer Baddest motherf**er on the conference [Hook: Den10] The percolating sounds of the indo I'm higher than the highest of heavens, soar I'm trying to throw Pirellis on a Porsche I'm riding with the top back, rain pourin' Smoother than a Ski Beat sliding on em' No h*mo, no not your order nor No y'all n***as better run and go Get a job with the f**in' flows y'all spittin', uh! [Outro: George Bush]