Vodka & Ayahuasca
This is a acid trip, rancid spit, psychedelic capsules
With some packs of shit
Vodka & Ayahuasca to capture a glimpse of ecstasy
You will need a tiny pill in this bitch
Now overdose over the doses prescribed for Doc Nova
The pot smoker, too high to be sober
I bleed smoke my weed smoke is keef soaked
The re-broke, the re-wrote enough to make
3 choke, 1 pass out, 2 weed smoke, When all's gone
We re-roachin it, re-toast
We boast about that kush we roast, best gross
Top dollar top of the chart, that's the west coast
If I ain't high then I must have just woke up
I stay high in to the moon, till the sun rose up
Then I make clouds appear, the gas is massive
I'll clash your gastric, smash your glasses
Back from the ashes spread like rashid flashes that
Man to man this be a classic with new cuts fuck that
Gashes act if you a now inactive bastards
Bring it back, it's at ya
Double G
So high, So high, So high
I must be out of my mind
In your system with extra strenght
Travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
Ah mix the vodka with the ayahuasca
Indian Shaman, the witch doctor
Leave your whole body stoned like Jimmy Hoffa no stopper
Cause once I go under water I go lower than Davy Jones locker
Double G's a show stopper
Headbanger, the dome rocker, makes you noodle like
Pasta, for surely the one and only gang bacteria
So quarantine the immediate area
And it only get scarier aerial attack mosquito malaria
Don't procrastinate, I'll assassinate ya character
Paul Derringer "Shoot To Kill" like Tom Berenger
Yeah, If I ain't high, I'm not woke
Still dreaming still flying through clouds of pot smoke
Blunt schemin, marijuana mixed wit rock coke
Places you could not go
Bar full of birds like Roscoe's
What you expect though?
It's a psychedelic expo, what I'm poppin' is not a Mento
So tune in and drop out let the best go
Ballistic on the tempo
Mad Man Mike, Dr Demento
Alan The Chemist, fill up the jars now it's replenished
Mix the dimethyltriptamine with the Guinness
Double G society's menace OX tenants
Hella [?] time for me to handle my biz
Hide women & kids, it's Double G!
With some packs of shit
Vodka & Ayahuasca to capture a glimpse of ecstasy
You will need a tiny pill in this bitch
Now overdose over the doses prescribed for Doc Nova
The pot smoker, too high to be sober
I bleed smoke my weed smoke is keef soaked
The re-broke, the re-wrote enough to make
3 choke, 1 pass out, 2 weed smoke, When all's gone
We re-roachin it, re-toast
We boast about that kush we roast, best gross
Top dollar top of the chart, that's the west coast
If I ain't high then I must have just woke up
I stay high in to the moon, till the sun rose up
Then I make clouds appear, the gas is massive
I'll clash your gastric, smash your glasses
Back from the ashes spread like rashid flashes that
Man to man this be a classic with new cuts fuck that
Gashes act if you a now inactive bastards
Bring it back, it's at ya
Double G
So high, So high, So high
I must be out of my mind
In your system with extra strenght
Travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
Ah mix the vodka with the ayahuasca
Indian Shaman, the witch doctor
Leave your whole body stoned like Jimmy Hoffa no stopper
Cause once I go under water I go lower than Davy Jones locker
Double G's a show stopper
Headbanger, the dome rocker, makes you noodle like
Pasta, for surely the one and only gang bacteria
So quarantine the immediate area
And it only get scarier aerial attack mosquito malaria
Don't procrastinate, I'll assassinate ya character
Paul Derringer "Shoot To Kill" like Tom Berenger
Yeah, If I ain't high, I'm not woke
Still dreaming still flying through clouds of pot smoke
Blunt schemin, marijuana mixed wit rock coke
Places you could not go
Bar full of birds like Roscoe's
What you expect though?
It's a psychedelic expo, what I'm poppin' is not a Mento
So tune in and drop out let the best go
Ballistic on the tempo
Mad Man Mike, Dr Demento
Alan The Chemist, fill up the jars now it's replenished
Mix the dimethyltriptamine with the Guinness
Double G society's menace OX tenants
Hella [?] time for me to handle my biz
Hide women & kids, it's Double G!
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Woodrow Jackson Sr.
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