or
Mista Grimm

Hey, this is the
G-Child spaceketeers
Are ya in the house baby
Are ya in the house?
You know what I'm sayin'
'Cause it's that time
For you to kicks the
Funk online as we rewind
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 sh*t
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

One puff, two puff, three puff, four puff
Five I'm feelin' real high
Leaning to the side
In my muthafuckin' ride
With the OG gangsta glide
Woo!
Hey now ya know
Inhale, exhale with my flow
Breakaway, come again like this
The LB to the C two times to miss
'Cause if you do
You break you get broke
Me and Mista G
And the indosmoke

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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
With dope trend sport
'Cause 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
Oh I think I'm in love
Astounded from what it did
Sended me far above
On a fly cloke I can brag for days
You can't swim with Grimm
Because my tidal wave's high
And thats no joke
Because Mista Grimm takes
Flight from the indo smoke

[Chorus:]

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
Combining lick the linings vaula
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 vinyl
If ya hear me on some vinyl
I break em till they can't be broke
As I soak, in da indo smoke

[Chorus:]

Take a trip with Nate Dogg
To the Eastside
We will show you other
Gangstas love to get high
We get high on every
Street in Long Beach
So don't come to my hood begin
That you can save me

Nigga some funny man wanna
Come to the East and raise it
I gotta viscious left hook and
You're damn right I will see
Shouts go out to
My nigga Mista Grimm
And you know Warren G
I gotta nigga named Gangsta Ron
Who knows beats if 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 two one three

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Nineteen ninety muthafuckin' three
I got my muthafuckin' niggaz in the house
I got my nigga Mista Grimm in the house
I got my nigga B-Tip in the house
I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house
I got my nigga Ricky Rouse in the house
I got the nigga Butch in the house
I got my nigga Greg in the house
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, you know
Ain't nothing but a G Thang
Uh G Thang, if you don't
Hear me though, yeah
Are you high yet, are you high yet?
Are ya high, are ya high big baby
Are ya high?
Nigga I asked you is you high
I'm funked up
I ain't be gettin' no women
Nigga and you high, shit
Or we can do this then
It's over big baby

Written by Trawick, Rojai / Griffith, Warren
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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