Gone (2007)

[Intro]

Yeah, it's young

Ya know?

Crack that shit down

Roll that shit up

Light that shit

Pass it

Nah, fuck that

Face this one, yeah

This for all my true weed smokers (Yeah)

Nigga ask me what's wrong with me?

[Hook]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that)

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that)

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank, ridin' in my ride

So blowed, don't how to think but I'm stayin' high

I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green

Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B

(And then I'm gone)

Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?

Mr. Blow It by the Zone, O's like Omarion

And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?

Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up

('Til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down

I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around

And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on

Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on

(And then I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about

Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out

My eyes low, heavy chiefin' 'til I choke

Niggas askin' me what's wrong

Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone

[Hook]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that)

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that)

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank, niggas know how I roll

It look like my eyes closed, Hennessy and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe

This a different type of weed and I'm a different type a high

(My nigga, I'm gone)

To a place that you probably never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right

Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'

Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin'

(And then, I'm gone)

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone

Got me blown, I get more than high

Fresh up off the plane, head straight into my hotel

Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well

(Even when I'm gone)

I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds

Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down

My eyes low and my words are getting slow

Niggas askin' me what's wrong

I blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone

[Hook]

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that)

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank

(That dicky, that icky, that)

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low