Where the weather is warm
Moonlight move when a nigga dance
Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance
Had to leave home wasnât working out
Kiss moms for me if you get a chance
Walk the streets where I stay
Niggas give me daps and pounds they canât wait
In the moonlight you canât see my eyes
And when Iâm off the things I canât think
Man I been coasting the coast
Swear a young nigga done been through the most
Washing my mind out with dope
Shit real, but you know a nigga canât choke
When they recognize a real nigga still
Ride with me, down with me, say he a float
And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP
Shoving champagne through the next girl throat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Letâs get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
Lost in the moonlight, run through the moon like new
Cop lights, no lights, cause the bills they was over due
Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway
Taking trips to the side of the moon
I just take trips to define my peace
But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb
I like my weed in the cheese, roll that that a little thick
Better watch your tote, you donât wanna choke
Better let that jack roll down your neck
Iâm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix
We just goneâ cruise to the room, lay back donât worry about shit
It might get rowdy cause all the freaky models wanna party
All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist
Man it canât be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
She in that white dress it canât fit her
Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver
Hit it and she on the moon my nigga
Paul Wall, two cups, hold up, hold up
Iâm headed to the moon cause the world screwed up
Like the city I grew up so
Iâm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up
Got a Xanax crushed up
If you steal my cup, it'll get you fucked up
Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up
Smoke all three at the same time: call that triple OG
In the triple D I'm full when Iâm on E, you donât know nothing 'bout me
Back wood feel with a Compton tree
Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease
Three lines poured up in the big East
Baptized a blunt but I ainât no priest
Peach Ciroc with a Norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks
OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit
Def' rocking link, what you know about this
Baby bass came through with the kush assist
Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon
Getting higher than a bitch and Iâm doing my dance
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