Dance On The Moon (feat. Paul Wall & Theophilus London)

Where the weather is warm

Moonlight move when a nigga dance

Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance

Had to leave home wasn't working out

Kiss moms for me if you get a chance

Walk the streets where I stay

Niggas give me daps and pounds they can't wait

In the moonlight you can't see my eyes

And when I'm off the things I can't think

Man I been coasting the coast

Swear a young nigga done been through the most

Washing my mind out with dope

Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke

When they recognize a real nigga still

Ride with me, down with me, say he a float

And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP

Shoving champagne through the next girl throat

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's get high, and go dance on the Moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We could fly, and go straight to the Moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Touch the sky, and go dance on the Moon

Where the weather is warm and we forever live long

Lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?

Cop lights, no lights, cause the bills they was over due

Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway

Taking trips to the side of the Moon

Had to take trips to define my peace

But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb

I like my weed in the cheese, roll that that a little thick

Better watch your toke, you don't wanna choke

Better let that Jack roll down your neck

I'm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix

We just go'n cruise hit the brews, lay back don't worry bout shit

It might get rowdy cause all the freaky models wanna party

All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist

Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa

She in that white dress it can't fit her

Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver

Hit it and she on the Moon my nigga

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's get high, and go dance on the Moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We could fly, and go straight to the Moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Touch the sky, and go dance on the Moon

Where the weather is warm and we forever live long

Paul Wall, two cups, hold up, hold up

I'm headed to the Moon cause the west screwed up

Like the city I grew up so

I'm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up

Got a Xanax crushed up

If you spill my cup, it'll get you fucked up

Pull up to the Moon with the trunk up

Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up

Smoke all three at the same time: Call that triple OG

In the triple D I'm full when I'm on E, you don't know nothing 'bout me

Back wood feel with a Compton tree

Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease

Three lines poured up in the big East

Baptized a blunt but I ain't no priest

Peach Cîroc with a Norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks

OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit

Def' rocking link, what you know about this

Baby Bash came through with the kush assist

Percocet ten and a soma twist on the Moon

Getting higher than a bitch and I'm doing my dance

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's get high, and go dance on the Moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We could fly, and go straight to the Moon

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Touch the sky, and go dance on the Moon

Where the weather is warm and we forever live long