The fam is the clan

Loc to the brain, switching them lanes, got to re-up on some different because i cant smoke the same, turn it up louder, my power the ice crystals and powder, three days up i devour, blowing clouds like its flower, and ive been waiting two days, when my plug said an hour, still i stick to the plan, dope man in a mini van, high as a tower, with an ounce is my trousers, Eighty miles per hour im going back to the future, professor noof's bout school ya see my son hes a shooter, knock you off of your balance , we stay up like a cowlick, and when the shit goes down youll see alex get violent . We riding out for the fam, on some yo simmity sam, catch a hot one my nickel coming straight out the pan. Yo Noof is the click, the click is the clan , catch me,catch me, if you can like the ginger bread man, ... .. Noof! ... Gang!... Yeah.