Gone
By Wiz Khalifa
2007
3:44
Official Music Video
Gone by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah, it's young
Ya know?
Crack that shit down
Roll that shit up
Light that shit
Pass it
Nah, fuck that
Face this one, yeah
This for all my true weed smokers (Yeah)
Nigga ask me what's wrong with me?
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank, ridin' in my ride
So blowed, don't how to think but I'm stayin' high
I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
(And then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?
Mr. Blow It by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
('Til it's all gone)
Get a pound, break it down
I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
(And then I'm gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, heavy chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me what's wrong
Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank, niggas know how I roll
It look like my eyes closed, Hennessy and Hydro, rhyme slow
Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed and I'm a different type a high
(My nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin'
(And then, I'm gone)
In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh up off the plane, head straight into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
(Even when I'm gone)
I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin' me what's wrong
I blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Gone by Wiz Khalifa
Gone* (original Wiz Khalifa)
Yeah, it's young
Ya know?
Crack that shit down
Roll that shit up
Light that shit
Pass it
Nah, fuck that
Face this one, yeah
This for all my true weed smokers (Yeah)
Nigga ask me what's wrong with me?
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank, ridin' in my ride
So blowed, don't how to think but I'm stayin' high
I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
(And then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?
Mr. Blow It by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
('Til it's all gone)
Get a pound, break it down
I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
(And then I'm gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, heavy chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me what's wrong
Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank, niggas know how I roll
It look like my eyes closed, Hennessy and Hydro, rhyme slow
Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed and I'm a different type a high
(My nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin'
(And then, I'm gone)
In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh up off the plane, head straight into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
(Even when I'm gone)
I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin' me what's wrong
I blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that sticky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That dicky, that icky, that)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
Gone (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí, es joven
¿Sabes?
Desmenuza esa mierda
Enrolla esa mierda
Enciende esa mierda
Pásalo
Nah, a la mierda eso
Fúmate este, sí
Esto es para todos mis verdaderos fumadores de hierba (Sí)
¿Negro me pregunta qué me pasa?
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa)
Morada, morada en mi bolsillo y mis jeans caídos
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa)
Morada, morada en mi bolsillo y mis jeans caídos
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba, manejando en mi coche
Tan fumado, no sé cómo pensar pero me mantengo drogado
Voy a enrollarme un Swisher bonito y largo, lleno de verde claro
Oh, creo que les gusto, déjame conseguir un encendedor, B
(Y luego me voy)
De ese cogollo de Cali, ¿qué carajo estás fumando?
Sr. Fúmalo por la Zona, O's como Omarion
Y no estamos escondiendo nada primo, ¿cuál es la demora?
Que sigan viniendo uno tras otro, enrollamos
(Hasta que todo se acabe)
Consigue una libra, desmenúzala
No soy tacaño, hay suficiente para todos
Y estoy fumando ahora mismo, negros diciéndome que espere
Gíralo, tuércelo, enciéndelo, dale una calada y aguanta
(Y luego me voy)
Tengo que tenerlo, tengo que tenerlo, eso es inaudito
Enrollando otro blunt, antes de apagar el primero
Mis ojos bajos, fumando mucho hasta que me ahogo
Negros preguntándome qué me pasa
Saqué humo por la nariz y dije que estoy ido
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa)
Morada, morada en mi bolsillo y mis jeans caídos
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa)
Morada, morada en mi bolsillo y mis jeans caídos
Dije, estoy ido por esa bebida marrón, los negros saben cómo me muevo
Parece que mis ojos están cerrados, Hennessy y Hydro, rima lenta
Negro, estoy en otro tipo de vibra
Esta es otro tipo de hierba y estoy en otro tipo de viaje
(Mi negro, estoy ido)
A un lugar donde probablemente nunca has estado en la vida
Fumando Criptonita Morada, asegúrate de enrollar bien ese Swisher
Porque no quiero que esta hierba casera se acabe
El amigo pensando que va a fumar gratis, lo esquivo, enrollo algo
(Y luego, me voy)
En mi coche, yendo a 80 en una Zona de 45, media zona
Me dejó volado, me drogo más que mucho
Recién bajado del avión, directo a mi hotel
Traficante de hierba en cada ciudad, sí, fumo bien
(Incluso cuando estoy ido)
No soy el único, todos mis negros fuman libras
Pasando blunts, desde el amanecer hasta el anochecer
Mis ojos bajos y mis palabras se están volviendo lentas
Negros preguntándome qué me pasa
Saqué humo por la nariz y dije que estoy ido
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa)
Morada, morada en mi bolsillo y mis jeans caídos
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa pegajosa)
Dije, estoy ido por esa libra de hierba
(Esa dicky, esa icky, esa)
Morada, morada en mi bolsillo y mis jeans caídos
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