Lyrics Pass It To The Sky - Insane Clown Posse, Kottonmouth Kings, Mike E. Clark

Pass It To The Sky

Well?
Well, what?
Light it up, ninja!
I am!
So, what the fuck you doin', then?
Passin' it up to the sky
Well, how long they hittin'?
Sometimes I get so high, my mind gets lost in
Compton, with Eazy-E, ridin' down Slauson
Ice cold 40's, freezin' our balls
Smokin' purple and shorties creepin' and crawlin'
I won’t lie, no place I’d rather be when I’m high
Than up on Andre the Giant’s shoulders, smokin'
On his way to the ring as he’s beatin' some ass
I’m front row with Bruce Lee, eatin' brownies of hash
Then I dash in the limo off to Neverand
For a water balloon fight with the King of Pop, my man
We stop his ferris wheel, way up on top
And smoke cotton candy nuggets out his personal crop
I can’t stop wishin' all my heroes wasn’t dead, man
We was marinatin' somewhere gettin' high instead
It’s just a dream, or so it seem, but every day I’m closer
Than I’ve ever been to gettin' high with breed again
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
We look up to ya.
We look up to ya
Imagine packin' with John Lennon
Yellow Submarine, puffin' train wrecker lemon
Pass up on the left side, Mr. Bob Marley
Take a big hit.
Praise Jah, rastafari
Up to the sky, so high, unbelievable
Jimi Hendrix jammin' solos for kilo
Look at Kobain whippin' cocaine with Elvis
Sid Vicious rippin' whip-it's with Jesus?
Me and Janice blazed heavy, got incredibly deep
Morrison up on the couch.
He’s either dead or asleep
I raise my joint to the clouds, Garcia he be
Fillin' up a wheelbarrow full of superior weed
I’m hearin' «Hey, dirtay.»
Let me hit that OG again
Yeah, just me and Stevie Ray
Johnny Cash then lit up the burnin' ring of fire
Even better, add a ‘Jane.
Show me how to hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
We look up to ya.
We look up to ya
Man, I’m still here smokin' buds.
I’m poppin' wheelies
Up and down the street on my bike.
I’m gettin' silly
Like Evel Knievel ridin' around soakin' Phillies
You’re jumpin down the stairs, breakin' bones.
Man, I know you feel me
Time to just shoot it
Albert Einstein, duct tape and super glue it
I’m high like Mike’s dad.
Pass it up and just do it
And everybody still alive, feel the vibe and groove it (Yeah)
I see myself ridin' up and down the block
Goin' west side smokin' pot with 2Pac.
Ha!
And Lord knows I be hittin' mad bulls
Down to Mexico, it’s a
That Joaquin Phoenix, we just drank a beer
But I did smoke one with his rap career (Ooh!)
Right in the streets of New York, raisin hell
Puffin' on ales with Biggie and Big L’s
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
We look up to ya.
We look up to ya
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky!
We look up to ya
We look up to ya.
We look up to ya