In The Whip
[Hook:] (x4)
We gon' ride, ride, ride in the whip and smoke
We gon' ride, ride, ride in the whip and smoke
We gon' roll
Homie pass the blunt
From the front to the back and then back up front

[Verse 1: Mosh Jelton]
Come on, homie, pass the blunt
And puff, puff, pass till your ass is done
Cash a bowl? Man, I ain't even blasted once
Make a motherfucker feel like he got half a lung
I just ride, ride, ride in the whip
See UFOs at nighttime flying in they ship
It makes me homesick
Reminds me of a kid who had dreams
To one day grow up and own his own ship
And now there's no ships, just a couple planes
One side chick, I got a couple mains
Gotta get dough, I gotta get money
So I can turn that into a little more money, player
Danger, love, lust and anger
Indescribable, hypothetical, theoretical, metaphysical
Radioactive hyperbolic chambers!
And strangers!
[Hook] (x4)
We gon' ride, ride, ride in the whip and smoke
We gon' ride, ride, ride in the whip and smoke
We gon' roll
Homie pass the blunt
From the front to the back and then back up front

[Verse 2:]
Rah, rah, rah! Give a buster rhymes
Puff the vine with a lustful mind
Get to humping dimes from the front, behind
So jump up high if you love my lines
Coke material, I'm feeling the adrenaline
Don't get scary, I'm just killing all your regiment
Feeling like a God when the time set go
Teach one-two-threes to my next foe
We hot-boxing the whip, got loud
This weed gon' have you knocked out
Now I'm all up in your face, you ain't getting up
Put me through a race or a chase, I'ma hit 'em up
Either way I live it up
Put you through all sorts of hell way before I finish up
If you can't tell, I'm about to get rid of you
Leave you off in Syria
Really, I am serious, we're gonna...
[Hook] (x4)
We gon' ride, ride, ride in the whip and smoke
We gon' ride, ride, ride in the whip and smoke
We gon' roll
Homie pass the blunt
From the front to the back and then back up front