Released: November 22, 2010
Songwriter: Fiend Curren$y
Producer: The Senseis Ski Beatz
[Intro]
Uhh. Yeahh
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
[Verse]
Fuck all that shit you talk
You ain't got no Byzantine chain
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
Bitches tangled in my slang - pilot language
We assassinate them lames
Flash my high beams
Get the fuck up out our lane
Say Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it
Less a couple niggas though, I ain't really trippin' though
See 'em when we see 'em
Send 'em bottles and a couple hoes
Spread love is the Jet way
All day, me and my bitch ridin' to that Biggie
Up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
Real niggas from my set know I still kick it
Others be like I don't fuck with 'em
That's why I don't fuck with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever fuck with 'em
Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
Well fuck niggas
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
This is trill nigga season
Real niggas eatin', scrap
Get the scraps if we leave em
Yeah
[Hook]
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up
Uhh. Yeahh
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
[Verse]
Fuck all that shit you talk
You ain't got no Byzantine chain
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
Bitches tangled in my slang - pilot language
We assassinate them lames
Flash my high beams
Get the fuck up out our lane
Say Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it
Less a couple niggas though, I ain't really trippin' though
See 'em when we see 'em
Send 'em bottles and a couple hoes
Spread love is the Jet way
All day, me and my bitch ridin' to that Biggie
Up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
Real niggas from my set know I still kick it
Others be like I don't fuck with 'em
That's why I don't fuck with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever fuck with 'em
Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
Well fuck niggas
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
This is trill nigga season
Real niggas eatin', scrap
Get the scraps if we leave em
Yeah
[Hook]
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up
But all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up
Pilot Talk Trilogy
- Michael Knight (Remix)
- Sidewalk Show
- The 560 SL
- Opening Credits
- Alert
- Audio Dope 5
- Cargo Planes
- Flight Briefing
- A Gee
- Get Down
- Froze
- O.G...(The Jam)
- All I Know
- Search Party
- Pot Jar
- Briefcase
- Lemonade Mimosas
- Life I Chose
- Long as The Lord Say
- Skybourne
- Example
- Highed Up
- The Hangover
- Airborne Aquarium
- Breakfast
- Prioritize
- King Kong
- Michael Knight
- Life Under the Scope
- Audio Dope II
- Roasted
- Famous
- Fashionably Late
- Seat Change
- The Day
- Real Estates
- Silence
- Montreux
- Chilled Coughphee
- Hold On
- Address
- Pilot Talk II (2010)
- Pilot Talk Trilogy (2017)