Franco Eyed

[Verse 1: Duddy B]

I'm on that overload, overkill

I'm redlinin' on blue pills

High octane's my intake

I'm P-Swayze, man, Point Break

Make no mistakes, I don't care

Not one shit will be given here

Make the room shake, earthquake

Turbulence, outer space

Yeah, let it go, cruise control

Full speed ahead with my eyes closed

I smoke the best, yes hydro

Makes my eyes red like Diablo

I'm taking off, next to go

Molotov, set to blow

These crimson eyes are set to glow

Medieval shit, man, crossbows

We dangerous, beast mode

Got catapults full of bags of dope

Man, set in stone, good to go

Found my zone in the Alamo

Yeah big time, dinosaur

So big, colossal

You stuck in dirt, man, fossils

We taking off, full throttle, let's go

[Chorus]

Yelling at the sky singing

Rolling Franco-eyed singing

Yelling at the sky singing

[Verse 2: Dirty J]

Okay, get it, got it, get it, good

Like a big bad wolf when you're lost in the woods

Put teeth in the beat like it's rocking a hood

Wear the clothes of a sheep and I wish you would

Try to find me like you wish you could

Roll real deep, and it's understood

We getting real fucked up and I'm feeling real good

Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood

I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat

The night's real high 'cause the bass real low

Right by your side when you fight with a bloke

Watch where you bite 'cause you might just choke

Dead man walking, end of the rope

If I hear this one more time then I might just blow:

"You're a Dirty Head, you're filthy bro"

Fuck it then, someone give me the soap

Mopping the floor with ya

Break down the door to rock the performance

Top of the morn' to ya

Awkwardly orbit the top of the score like friends in the core

Man, I'll go to war for ya

These crazy lights, these hazy nights, I'm Franco-eyed

Got me yelling at the sky like

[Chorus]

Yelling at the sky singing

Rolling Franco-eyed singing

Yelling at the sky singing

Yelling at the sky singing

Rolling Franco-eyed singing

Yelling at the sky singing

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Inhale then exhale

Clear the bong, no stale smoke

Lungs open like a ship sail

Mutiny when you double-toke

My boot hits like a drum kick

No two shits do I give a fuck

My crew's thick like a fat bitch

And she's hungry fool, get eaten up

You're a steppin' stone, we walkin' tall

Footprints down the hall

Knocked down, we stand up

We party hard, get ya hands up

We blaze up, smoke you out

Mind trap, we broke you out

There's an undertone, don't hesitate

We love Cali, we medicate

In my zone it's sucka-free

And you're the bitch it sucks to be

When the doctor's in it's about y'all

Remember this, no house calls

My doors are open with a nurse waitin

Sexy bitch bring in my first patient

Heart racin', paper chasin'

I'm Bruce Wayne and you're Dick Grayson

[Chorus]

Yelling at the sky singing

Rolling Franco eyed singing

Yelling at the sky singing

Yelling at the sky singing

Rolling Franco eyed singing

Yelling at the sky singing