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