Glock Tight, Smoked Out

[Hook]
Smoked out on the scene
Glock tight
Glock tight
Glock tight
Smoked out
Glock tight
Smoked out
Smoked out on the scene

[Verse 1: Gangsta Gold]
Lollygaggin' with my friends, how we goin' on 'a stang
Laid back relaxed, smokin' 'a fat mack, sippin' on some tang
Passin' junts back-to-back, nigga wanna silly talk
Bitch get yo ass (?) finna commence the walk
I don't need no anna 'cause it kinda like blow my high
Test my fuckin' pimpin' like 'a hoe and watch me make you cry
Gold this, Gold that always gotta call my name
Nigga, is this pussy the only thing you know inside that brain?
I know I got ya sprung and ya cum like 'a eighth grader
Fuckin' for 'a minute and your nut comes out five seconds later
You old enough ya say ya tough 'n yet ya ain't fulfillin' me
Only thing I love in yo pants is ya fuckin' crease
If it ain't your weed or your money that ya wanna share
Be gone like 'a witch, ya sorry bitch, I'm just 'a nightmare
The indo dope that I smoke can cause me to kill 'a man
Behold my title: homicidal, nigga, this ain't no Candy Land
Mind-control suckas that be tellin' me to take 'a hit
Gangsta Gold: smoke me up, ya know I can't resist that shit
Glock tight on that ass for the nine five, I'm comin' clean
Straight up out the crest, so yes I'm smoked out on the fuckin' scene

[Verse 2: M.C. Money]
Quick t'a bust 'a cap, that means 'a nigga's quick t'a die
That's if I can't get weed or that's if I can't get high
When I see a fellow friend, if I see ya chiefin' hay
If I can't get what'cha got, then I'm'a blow yo ass away