Cloud 7

Dig it, sit back, relax, fire up a blunt My homie Freaks gonna come down with it Drop it... Stop it Yeah, Freaksters in the motherfuckin' house Cold gettin' fucked up, you know what I'm sayin'? Check this shit out It's time for the Freaks to get fucked up So let me call my nigga Train so I can re-up With four hundred dollar killer sacks To have a nigga in this bitch feeling right, black G, that's just the way it's gotta be Fool, it's everyday and all day for me Keepin' me and the stay on point One after another, back to back, blazin' joints Kindly, excuse me, sir Let me pass this motherfucker here a match So he can get his blast on I know it'll last long 'cause the killer is on Down to the last bud, see It ain't a nigga I know that don't smoke weed Except this mark-ass nigga named Kevin But everybody I know stays on cloud seven Yeah, pass that weed, Snake Let's hit it up, big baby Yo, Joe Mack, roll me more weed, homie Check this shit out I'm higher than a motherfucker now And all that punk shit fools stressin' I can't allow Called up the Geto Boys crew 'Cause my mind was playin' tricks on me, too I don't know why, but I can't see straight You wanna hit this joint, but it's too late 'Cause it's down to a roach clip I don't even think you can hold this, bitch And this weed ain't no joke 'Cause I'm gettin' high just sittin' in a room from the smoke I wasn't aggravated, cuz, but I think I got a curl Man, this motherfuckin' killer got me in another world Thinkin' I see shit that I don't see This is a real tripped out-ass feeling, G I can't continue steppin' 'Cause I'm too far gone on cloud seven, know what I'm sayin'? Get it, don't fade in the city Get it, don't fade in the city Ayo, Snake, break this shit down, man Right about now, all my homeboys in this bitch Get your chant on, man Cloud seven, where am I at? Cloud seven, am I gonna come back? Cloud seven, I do hear a punk sound Cloud seven, please don't bring a nigga down Cloud seven, fool, I got it goin' Cloud seven, you can see my eyes glowin' Cloud seven, rollin' blunts is the shit Cloud seven, I'm higher than a bitch I bet I can fly, black You think I'm lyin'? Ask my nigga named Joe Mack I can't even call it, nigga 'Cause every time I hit the killer, my head start gettin' bigger One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten See 'em gettin' bigger again? Give me that killer back, it's my weapon While I enjoy life on cloud seven, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, we got Freaks in the house, you know what I'm sayin' Folks just doin' it just like that My homie Ron Sucka kickin' it on the side Yo, what's up, nigga? Yeah, my nigga Joe Mack on the attack Yeah, he's smokin' none but the blunts And of course, my nigga DJ Snake holdin' that in the face Yeah, yo, Snake, this weed, fool Yeah, yo, Joe Mack, you got some more blunts back there? Snake, Ron, where the feelin's at, fool? Where the feelin's? Yeah, let's hook it up, man, yeah Nothin' but the indo blunts, baby Nobody can outsmoke the Freaks But you don't hear me, though