We get high

And all night

The city of rock and roll

And if you're looking to get your vibe right

We be jamming on the dance floor

Rasta bride keeps spending ya'

Oh feeling the creep up me

We're breaking out the prisons of the mind

And our feet they feel the weed

They feel the weed

They feel the weed

Take a whiff of the stench between

The disco lights and fog machines

You're getting off on your cheesy dreams

There's no stopping the freaks with needs

The freaks with needs

The freaks with needs

Across town you know it's going down at Moda

Across town you know it's going down at Moda

The Italian players

A French kiss

They give me the good shit

Could I get a hit?

I know you got your bag of tricks

Could you please? Flip my weed

Hey you with the lipstick

My tongue would like to meet your teeth

Across town you know it's going down at Moda

Across town you know it's going down at Moda

Across town you know it's going down at Moda

Across town you know it's going down at Moda

At Moda