Indiana Jones

[Intro] Hey, they say they want that old Gangsta Boo. Alright, so you want me to go back to that 90's shit, that shit that had everybody locking 'em in a trunk, hella high, snorting cocaine, smoking weed, robbing niggas and shit? That's what y'all want, I'mma give it to ya. I ain't a role model now, I'm just giving y'all what y'all want. You wanna take it back to the 90's, that 90's flow? Alright, ho, here we go [Verse 1] Mask to my fucking face, I'm fiending to increase my high Eyeballs is like red as hell, these bitches better recognize Rolling a blunt to inhale in my lungs, I'm feeling so so high Now I'm high, really high; mayne, I think that I can fly Chilling at the Honeycomb Hideout with my niggas who Got them choppers and Glocks not locked And best believe they ass'll shoot Ratchet bitches all up in my mix with they pettiness Better get the hell up out my face before a player click M-E-M-P-H-I-S, rep it like it's nothing left G-A-N-G-S-T-A -- here to stay, you hoes heard what I said Creeping through the darkness of the cut with my cousin Nate Fear no evil, hear no evil -- got my Locs on face, I'm straight Meet me at the crib about a quarter to eight Bring my package, don't be late Catch you slipping, you won't live Cause niggas gotta pay they bills Fall up in the jungle, hungry ape, go eat your face Rip your heart up out your chest Indiana Jones, ya bitch I'm Indiana Jones, ya bitch I'm Indiana Jones, ya bitch Rip your heart up out your chest Indiana Jones, ya bitch I'm Indiana Jones, ya bitch