Floatin' Through the Cosmos

[ Erotic D ] Live and direct from your favorite place The Black Hole And we go on and on On and on, on and on To the break of dawn Eric Breed (What up?) Big ballin MC And E [ Breed ] Erotic got the beats Drive your ass psychotic (That's right) (Who there on the hook, bitch, look) [ VERSE 1 ] Trip the light fantastic with me And when I shoot through your city Blaze up a fat-o, and let's go get busy Breed do it to you everytime, hit you with the unexpected Connect the beats and rhymes, and then perfect it Now I'mma roll and you gon' roll with me One Puff, the blunt I roll'll sho' get me, now you can hit me With the Hen dog, a thin fog surround my scalp And if I get to trickin, bitch, you on a salary cap Big Baller Eric, got the suit, so I'mma wear it But my muthafuckin dove is my one and only love I can't't think without my drink, so nigga, pass it Then take two big-ass pulls of the blunt and then amass it Float with Breed through the galaxy The cosmos belongs to me, it's my galery And it don't matter we ballin in the highest degree ]From F-l-i-n-t Breed gettin high as could be I'm finna fly on weed [ Hook ] Floatin through the cosmos, rollin pimp shit, gettin high Givin a fuck about those space-age hoes, these One Puff niggas know why [ VERSE 2 ] Now I'mma paint a picture for ya (fascinatin) Illustratin how we keep your ass giratin And playa-hatas spectatin, waitin for the next collaboration I drop It's the bomb with Erotic, you know it, you know it's all that Fly and you can fly with me when I bounce to interplanetary limits I'm in it to win it, fuck a gimmick I got a secret, when the beat hit Worldwide it's hard to hide cause I freak shit A penny for your thoughts, a million plus for mine You say I'm fallin off, but you ain't even known to get your own Platinum-slappin em haters with my latest disc Can you detect what's comin next from the flex of my wrist? And the shit be off the hook soon as 'Rotic lay the mix Get with Breed and hella weed and give me on my shit This be with the hoeish shit, now go with shit that you be spittin Try to write rhymes that sound like mine, but they ain't fittin Who can do it like I do it? (What?) Maintain Yo crew ain't like my crew (How that is?) Let me explain (Aight) [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3 ] Imagine havin hydrophonic symphonic chronic and lettin it go Niggas gettin lifted off the contact fo' sho' Bitches screamin ho-faded They eyes beamin low, everybody on the flo' lookin fo' mo' You at the show, feel the vibe we provide for ya Hustlers and bitches, I be gettin live for ya For my riches, fall into my flow like the Pacific Ocean, sometime explicit, and get you open when I flip it One Puff stuff, loot like you ain't seen And a pocket full of green's how to fade, knawmean? Dig it, can't a nigga hit em up like Breed I got raps for days, so you can blaze up the weed [ Hook ]