Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vodka & Ayahuasca , by - Gangrene. Release date: 23.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vodka & Ayahuasca |
| This is a acid trip, rancid spit, psychedelic capsules |
| With some packs of shit |
| Vodka & Ayahuasca to capture a glimpse of ecstasy |
| You will need a tiny pill in this bitch |
| Now overdose over the doses prescribed for Doc Nova |
| The pot smoker, too high to be sober |
| I bleed smoke my weed smoke is keef soaked |
| The re-broke, the re-wrote enough to make |
| 3 choke, 1 pass out, 2 weed smoke, When all’s gone |
| We re-roachin it, re-toast |
| We boast about that kush we roast, best gross |
| Top dollar top of the chart, that’s the west coast |
| If I ain’t high then I must have just woke up |
| I stay high in to the moon, till the sun rose up |
| Then I make clouds appear, the gas is massive |
| I’ll clash your gastric, smash your glasses |
| Back from the ashes spread like rashid flashes that |
| Man to man this be a classic with new cuts fuck that |
| Gashes act if you a now inactive bastards |
| Bring it back, it’s at ya |
| Double G |
| So high, So high, So high |
| I must be out of my mind |
| In your system with extra strenght |
| Travel at magnificent speeds around the universe |
| Ah mix the vodka with the ayahuasca |
| Indian Shaman, the witch doctor |
| Leave your whole body stoned like Jimmy Hoffa no stopper |
| Cause once I go under water I go lower than Davy Jones locker |
| Double G’s a show stopper |
| Headbanger, the dome rocker, makes you noodle like |
| Pasta, for surely the one and only gang bacteria |
| So quarantine the immediate area |
| And it only get scarier aerial attack mosquito malaria |
| Don’t procrastinate, I’ll assassinate ya character |
| Paul Derringer «Shoot To Kill"like Tom Berenger |
| Yeah, If I ain’t high, I’m not woke |
| Still dreaming still flying through clouds of pot smoke |
| Blunt schemin, marijuana mixed wit rock coke |
| Places you could not go |
| Bar full of birds like Roscoe’s |
| What you expect though? |
| It’s a psychedelic expo, what I’m poppin' is not a Mento |
| So tune in and drop out let the best go |
| Ballistic on the tempo |
| Mad Man Mike, Dr Demento |
| Alan The Chemist, fill up the jars now it’s replenished |
| Mix the dimethyltriptamine with the Guinness |
| Double G society’s menace OX tenants |
| Hella time for me to handle my biz |
| Hide women & kids, it’s Double G! |