The Summer / Angel Dust

[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)