The Summer / Angel Dust

Lyrics

[Part 1: The Summer] [Instrumental] [Part 2: Angel Dust] [Skit] No, he ain't no real junkie Sure, he shoots up now and then I don't think he got more than about a thirty dollar a week habit [Intro: LMNO] Ayy Joe Bo, Joe Bo No man, I'm serious man You gotta fall back on that You gotta get your soul back, Jack Yo, uh (Angel dust) [Verse 1: LMNO] On PCH looking for the PCP Riding backwards off the handlebars on the twelve speed Floatin' around, holdin' on from the last high Below sea levels, swimmin' fast with the Devil Fire to the metal, spoon then zoom Fire that make you expire more than soon No family, foundation, a sick patient His past health grades are sayin' he's been spacin' Full blown comatose He's always in a cloud of smoke, on the roast Dusted, no Swiffer, busted up the zipper Rusted at the lip, he couldn't do it for the Gipper (Nah nah nah nah nah) 'Til the wheels fall off A piece of his soul is lost every time he coughs Make zombies look lively when he gets that fix Broken down spirit trapped in his skin (Uh!) [Verse 2: 2Mex] Angel dust ain't strange to us Things that are dangerous are within range for us Hollywood Park, watching the dealers bust Hollywood Boulevard where tweakers cuss with crust In their eyes, I'm a night tripper in disguise Fiending for advice, sittin' nasty on that forbidden candy In the Camry, not worried about what can or can't be Tryna defuse her like John Candy John Belushi, Gorked out but not loosely You wanna wet out? Lick a square of my loose leaf South Central liquor store loosies Skinny dip until the chemicals induce me Introduce me to the beast that got it all started (It was all part of the) The shit is hittin' harder Than Joe Jackson on the dawn of a talent show Smoke that tickin' time bomb, get my palms in bedlam slow See the homie but he's not really there Tryna have a conversation with a ghost not there It's like I'm stuck and the lights are off And I'm locked in Toys 'R Us with that [Verse 3: Imani] It's the Devil's work, take it and let it work It ain't got nothin' to do with angels It's just strange people doing strange things in weird places My people, angel dust don't play (Don't play) Have you moonwalkin' in the middle of the freeway Don't believe what your friends say My pops told me back in the mix, before crack came It was waterheads trippin' off of sherm sticks (Sherm sticks?) They call it out on your feet Have a nigga runnin' butt naked down the street Didn't know that you like to get wet It's smokin' all the water that'll get you, get you wet Ready, set, put it on the end of your cigarette Have you shakin' on my front lawn Molly ain't got shit on (On, on, on) Say it (Angel dust, dust)