Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Up In the Clouds (TROY Remix) lyrics

[Zizo Kodi's Verse] I shoulda coulda packed a couple digits Rolling up the symptoms Now I'm asking them to hit this I dream, that when I roll the dice I'm making cream And when I see the cream is when I'm stopping on my dream So jiggy to the side a little Homie strapped at the waist So just chill and giggle, while we riddle, And fiddle with the man in the middle Use your girl as a chisel, we just bang and skittle Skittle after skittle, colors of my rainbow green Just like the weed dog machine Loud a couple doobies and laugh at Mister Bean When the cops pulling up, it's bang, a dirty scene Brown, that's when you hear the sound of a couple black thotties with a baby around in them blue Color of my cap b**h you knew, yes it's true Also my uber too Purple, catch me in the uber with my lean Hop out the car black timbs on the scene, Hop out the car black timbs on the scene [Matt Junior's Verse] I'm the indigenous lyricist, vigorous Multi-syllabic, k**ing it when I envision these images Limitless as long as I got potential with this paper and pencil, Monumental Every line I spit, it is detrimental It's essential that I a**emble these sentences when I reminisce, It's evident I make it look effortless, fly like emirates And I'm getting high on the low And you know I got that drive so I got my eyes on the road And it's bye to these hoes Cause I don't want to take the wrong steps or be a convict so I'm not following in Akon's steps Staying in my context, also to my concepts because they complicate And they make it too complex So for me, it's back to basics, Not talented just infatuated No other options popping Therefore I have to take it, have to make it and also keep my pa**ion high These instrumentals are meals And I'm building up my appetite So pa** the mic, I'll reach the peek Of my pinnacle pivot through all these imbeciles, couldn't k** them with kindness so I did it with the syllables And it's junior and I'm over and out And you know I'm not stopping until I'm over the clouds! [Huy Win's Verse] Mind in a lunchbox That's food for thought Your brain in a nutshell That's peanut talk Ideas can't be traced even if you connected the dots sh** that can't be bought Mind in a suitcase I'm minding my own business Fine tie with the shoe lace but like my lawyer sh** you bout' to witness The patron flip this Sky looking up to me Devil had to gulp and grip this So why the men of hip-hop culture wanna try Yall' got bills to pay but life deny, science don't lie, but it rules Laws that can't be broken, I created a legacy, and destroyed for what you matters Grab that b**h life and I stabbed in her bladder That Alice said your in for the mad hatter I broke physics and God had to fix it No diapers around my mouth so you know I keep it sh**less I sh** not Now tell me when the dots stop The picture it create is just a crop Like UFOs, I'm about to drop Put your hands up like your dealing with the cops Either way, you are sure to get shot Uh, Bang!