This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
[Intro]
Smoking on something Afghanish
Got me space high orbiting around digital planet
Salvia trip took me through a wall into some Super Mario Land shit
Good and bad you gotta find the perfect balance
Pick your poison but don't be surprised when it got ya feelin damaged
Life is a bitch but I'll be damned if I don't get her up outta here man
JETS, nigga
Fly Out, fly out, fly out (x8)
Rest in peace Soulja Slim
You know I keep that in my music
I'm gone get it
I'm comin back wit it
We took over the bitches
Y'all can smoke on my plane as long as y'all let the pilot hit it
[Verse 1]
Yeah spitta's ship on smooth sail
You just a beach whale,
Vultures will be here in a minute
Circling over your body, they can sense that ya finished
Lyrically simple, you all are just some little nigga's
I stiff arm ya, keep ya at bay and ya missing when ya swinging
Amusement ya music is, please keep doing it
JETS nigga the free on flow
Whatever I do I gotta put the cool in it
Smoking on something Afghanish
Got me space high orbiting digable planets
And then a salvia trip took me through a wall into some Super Mario Land shit
Good and bad you gotta find your perfect balance
Pick your poision but don't be surprised if it got ya feelin damaged
Life's a bitch but I will be damned if I don't buy me a Lamborghini
Or a hundred foot boat
So I can float and take in the scenery
And on that me you can quote
[Chorus]
Fly out, fly out, fly out
Fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out
I'm gone get it (fly out)
I'm comin back wit it (fly out)
We took over the bitches
Y'all can smoke on my plane
Long as y'all let the pilot hit it
[Verse 2]
I'm ridin with the grey Soulja Slim
With a bitch in my car who last week
You might'a seen my home boy with
We don't give a fuck about em man, they all flip
Get high, fuck free love, modern day hippy shit
I really live this shit
Let them girls witness it
They rap about it to their partners and their friends get hit
I rap about it, they hear it
But see they don't trip
Cause they know I'ma sheik
They know what's up with C
They know what they signed up for when they leave the club with me
Grape juice, champagne, hash and weed bowls
Spitta lace you in the game and the chicos
Beast master, seven levels past beast mode
And I was there a couple years ago
Believe me bro
Advanced, my flow so enhanced
She the pants and peek a glance
"Spitta give me one more chance"
I maxed out bumpin Max B Flash Dance
[Chorus]
Fly out, fly out, fly out
Fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out
I'm gone get it (fly out)
I'm comin back wit it (fly out)
We took over the bitches
Y'all can smoke on my plane
Long as y'all let the pilot hit it
JETS nigga now where haven't we..
Look up to the jets nigga now where haven't we..
Look up to the jets nigga now where haven't we..
Rest in peace the big homie
Wonderin if they..
And bitches know the planes
And you can't do a thang
And that ain't gone change
Smoking on something Afghanish
Got me space high orbiting around digital planet
Salvia trip took me through a wall into some Super Mario Land shit
Good and bad you gotta find the perfect balance
Pick your poison but don't be surprised when it got ya feelin damaged
Life is a bitch but I'll be damned if I don't get her up outta here man
JETS, nigga
Fly Out, fly out, fly out (x8)
Rest in peace Soulja Slim
You know I keep that in my music
I'm gone get it
I'm comin back wit it
We took over the bitches
Y'all can smoke on my plane as long as y'all let the pilot hit it
[Verse 1]
Yeah spitta's ship on smooth sail
You just a beach whale,
Vultures will be here in a minute
Circling over your body, they can sense that ya finished
Lyrically simple, you all are just some little nigga's
I stiff arm ya, keep ya at bay and ya missing when ya swinging
Amusement ya music is, please keep doing it
JETS nigga the free on flow
Whatever I do I gotta put the cool in it
Smoking on something Afghanish
Got me space high orbiting digable planets
And then a salvia trip took me through a wall into some Super Mario Land shit
Good and bad you gotta find your perfect balance
Pick your poision but don't be surprised if it got ya feelin damaged
Life's a bitch but I will be damned if I don't buy me a Lamborghini
Or a hundred foot boat
So I can float and take in the scenery
And on that me you can quote
[Chorus]
Fly out, fly out, fly out
Fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out
I'm gone get it (fly out)
I'm comin back wit it (fly out)
We took over the bitches
Y'all can smoke on my plane
Long as y'all let the pilot hit it
[Verse 2]
I'm ridin with the grey Soulja Slim
With a bitch in my car who last week
You might'a seen my home boy with
We don't give a fuck about em man, they all flip
Get high, fuck free love, modern day hippy shit
I really live this shit
Let them girls witness it
They rap about it to their partners and their friends get hit
I rap about it, they hear it
But see they don't trip
Cause they know I'ma sheik
They know what's up with C
They know what they signed up for when they leave the club with me
Grape juice, champagne, hash and weed bowls
Spitta lace you in the game and the chicos
Beast master, seven levels past beast mode
And I was there a couple years ago
Believe me bro
Advanced, my flow so enhanced
She the pants and peek a glance
"Spitta give me one more chance"
I maxed out bumpin Max B Flash Dance
[Chorus]
Fly out, fly out, fly out
Fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out, fly out, fly out
We fly out
I'm gone get it (fly out)
I'm comin back wit it (fly out)
We took over the bitches
Y'all can smoke on my plane
Long as y'all let the pilot hit it
JETS nigga now where haven't we..
Look up to the jets nigga now where haven't we..
Look up to the jets nigga now where haven't we..
Rest in peace the big homie
Wonderin if they..
And bitches know the planes
And you can't do a thang
And that ain't gone change
Lyrics submitted by JamzXIV
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