Lyrics
Feeling fly.
What's up, man?
What?
What?
Herc, Kush, Wax.
Just that, Keith.
I'm smoking on moon rocks.
Got to last.
Getting too long.
I can't breathe.
I'm smoking on moon rocks.
Got the cash.
Getting smoke out.
Be with me.
I'm smoking out the whole block.
What you smoking on?
I'm smoking on moon rocks.
What you smoking on?
I'm smoking on moon rocks.
What you smoking on?
I'm smoking on moon rocks.
I bet you never stuffed 50 in a shoe box.
I'm talking thousands.
I don't care about who's hot.
And I can never see some homies without hoop socks.
I got a lock.
Everything I'm on knocks.
I don't care about the props.
Never focus
on the ops.
I got money to blow the brown young Acapone.
If you get me on my zone, send them home,
Because you just want a bone.
Rock straight from the moon got me tripping on the view.
Freak is in the room.
We can sugar boom, boom.
Roll another churro an
d you're skidding lo que fumo.
Can you picture me smoking this in Cancun?
Purp, Kush, wax, Keef.
Can you believe it?
I started with a leaf.
North, south, west, east
We can ship it out, but it's coming way too fast
Earth, Kush, wax, just that cape
I'm smoki
n' on moon rocks
For the last, it ain't too long
I can't breathe, I'm smokin' on moon rocks
Got the cash, get in, smoke out
Be with me, I'm smokin' out the whole block
What you smokin' on? I'm smokin' on moon rocks
What you smokin' on? I'm smokin' on moon
rocks
To the moon docks, the moon rocks
They got a cop and we got doc