Whoo! Hey, this is the G-Chow. Space is here! Are you in the house, baby? Are you in the house? You know what I'm sayin'? Cause it's that time for you to kick the funk online as we rewind, and then it will combine. Smokin' on a bun, feelin' kinda high Sippin' on a gin, feelin' kinda fine Our Warren G production sits in the tank deck As Mystic Rim raps overlaps, don't say ***, just Listen and recline for a spell Pass the fat spliff back and forth, oh yeah! Stuck, unable to breathe through the chronic cloud that somehow prevents me from installing fresh air Ah, and though smoke, pass me the joint so I can take a toke One puff, two puff, three puff, four puff, five I'm feelin' real high Leanin' to the side in my motherfuckin' ride with the OG gangsta glide Whoo! Hey, now you know Inhale, exhale with my flow Break away, come again like this The LB to the C, two times, don't miss Cause if you do, you break, you get broke Me and Mr. Chi, and there ain't no smoke Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke This ain't no stress, it's the motherfuckin' endosmoke Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke This ain't no stress, it's the motherfuckin' endosmoke Really though, I'm still smokin' and sippin' Talkin' like I'm African, seekin' new lands without transport Cause endosmoke is a man's sport I never feel stressed, and that's the realest Just the proper herb for my chronic illness Please, let me go on with my day Relax with fat tracks and a real fat chain Ooh, I think I'm in love Astounded from what it did, sendin' me far above On a flagpole, I can brag for days You can't swim in Grimm, cause my tidal wave's high And that's no joke, cause Mr. Grimm takes flight from the endosmoke Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke This ain't no stress, it's the motherfuckin' endosmoke Whatever you do, motherfucker, you better not choke This ain't no stress, it's the motherfuckin' endosmoke Ignition to emission, blast off through the cause Most of the voyage I enjoy is just the cause My sonic boom, when I return back to Earth Birth of a new rhyme will take no time, I'm prepared Papers and a lighter to provoke A comical scene to watch Mr. Grimm choke Then gain composure, compose a symphony From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mr. G Mixed together nice, combining like they're lining Voila, a fat chronic sack you can put in your jar H&R Club, there's stuff in your lungs Smokin' on the grind and gettin' straight sprung Stretched, takin' to the extreme feelin' Dancin' on the ceiling like vinyl If you hear me on some vinyl I'll break it till it can't be broke As I soak in the endosmoke Take a trip with MayDawg to the east side We gon' show you what the gangstas love to get We get high off every street in Long Beach So don't come to my ear thinkin' that you can fake it Oh, that's funny, I get it Speaking some funny land when I come to the east and break it I got a vicious left hook and you're a damn right, I will steal Shots go out to my nigga Mr. Grim and you know you're in G I got a nigga named Gangsta Rod, you know beat if you know me My name is MayDawg and I'm comin' straight from the east Don't think you don't know where I'm from, I'm from 2-1-3 Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', 1990 motherfuckin' street Hey, I got my motherfuckin' niggas in the house I got my nigga Mr. Grim in the house Uh, ah, I got my nigga B-Tip in the house Uh, ah, I got my nigga MayDawg in the house Uh, ah, I got my nigga Ricky Rod in the house Uh, ah, I got the nigga Rich in the house Uh, ah, I got my nigga Greg in the house Uh, ah, he's engineerin' this, check it out You know what I'm sayin', long rich in the house Whipped up with some people from West Covina My nigga Mr. Grim, you know Named nobody G-Thang, uh, G-Thang But you don't hear me though, yeah Are you high yet? Are you high yet? Are you high? Are you high, big baby? Are you high? Nigga, I asked you if you high I'm locked out I ain't be talkin' to white men, niggas, you high I'm locked out But we can do this thing, hey That's what I think, hey Hey