Indo Smoke

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