Puffin' On a Cloud - The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts are the bomb-diggy

Uhm yeah, uhm yeah, oh yeahhh

Rolling over the GW, on the west side you on the way to the buddah spot

And all of a sudden you start hearing these little voices in your head like yo?

What the fuck?

The fuck is this?

Puffin' on a cloud feelin' high

Happens every time whenever I’m with my guy

Trippin' on love and it feels so good

I can’t help myself and I wouldn’t if I could

Off to the Poconos with a couple hoes

In high heels with open toes

Blowing smoke out my broken nose

Bent at the cafe like smoking Joe

Ask me if I’m choking no!

I’m seriously bout it like MP I’m a shout it

Come early and rowdy cause it’s gonna get crowded

Hold on to your honey (why?) we all about it

When we start that puffin' watch the place get cloudy you can’t breathe

After the show honey screaming Les you can’t leave

But I gotta, so I grab my main squeeze

And bounce to the telly to drink and blaze trees

Puffin' on a cloud feelin' high

Happens every time whenever I’m with my guy

Trippin on love and it feels so good

I can’t help myself and I wouldn’t if I could

Yo, I only fuck around with you cause the rest would tell

You know you love it plus we do it in the best hotels

Ain’t nothing like them niggas you had

You be sad, Ju the nigga you could never introduce to your dad

Nobody keep it realer then you that’s so true

Body any man who dares to put his hands on you

Expense paid vacation for two surprise boo

Make you scream like a gypsy when I’m putting it through

Leave it swollen go tell all your friends Ju is holding

Guaranteed to make honey nut my shit is golden

Never folding like twenty boxes of trojans

Hard like an iceberg honey thinking it’s frozen

Make you get sweaty and hot ready or not

Laying up in tellys with plenty of pot

Dru Hill don’t know what I got they better stop

Puffin' on a cloud feelin' high

Happens every time whenever I’m with my guy

Trippin on love and it feels so good

I can’t help myself and I wouldn’t if I could

Puffin' on a cloud feelin' high

Happens every time whenever I’m with my guy

Trippin on love and it feels so good

I can’t help myself and I wouldn’t if I could

When the beat thumps it makes the gold on your neck vibrate

Surprise the tri-state unexpected like a blind date

Crime rate goes up every time we drop

We can’t be stopped every time we chop beats like a meat shop

I know we gotta reach y’all since you can’t reach us through dis-connected

beepers

I’m a monster for music so prepare for a creature double feature

Take a seat I’m gonna teach y’all

Take notes forget them Cristal clowns

Beatnuts baby how real hip-hop sound

Refresh your memory with a Psycho Les melody

Yo what the fuck you telling me?

What the fuck you selling me?

I only cop it if it’s that potent thing grown in Poland springs

And one very very important thing

Always quality and not quantity

Unless it’s not the hy-drilly and naturally better look out faggot

Puffin' on a cloud feelin' high

Happens every time whenever I’m with my guy

Trippin on love and it feels so good

I can’t help myself and I wouldn’t if I could