[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