I Need An Eighth Lyrics

I Need An Eighth

Man who got this 
Oh don`t worry bout it nigga just pass the weed 
You`re here suckin` up all the weed,  
mouth looks like it`s a box of powdered donuts 
We`re real dumb in here with the Louie`s 
 
In this time of bammer weed 
As a Louie I know just what I need (What ya` need cuddie) 
I need an eighth of sticky gooey 
and when I get this eighth I`m blowin with the Louie 
Help me out 
(Repeat 2x) 
 
7 a.m. in the mornin and the monkey`s at my bed 
Got me cravin` and enslavin` I need some dope for my head 
 
And I be kickin Backwood`s fore` I hit the hood no doubt 
Monkey on my back turnked out 
 
Cause It`s 3.5 on my rictor scale 
And if the sack aint obese you wont make the sale 
 
I need an eighth big body`s sayin 
When you bring my sh*t make sure my sh*t aint hay 
 
Cause if it`s hay when you bring it 
I`ma get to wingin ghetto bling blingin leave a nigga head ringin 
Fo show 3.5 of indo 
 
Cause heads turn and bit*hes scream 
when my man he pulled out that sticky green 
It was sticky gooey residuey 
one more time for my niggas in the looie 
 
I can`t spend over satchie that could buy me too much weed 
As a louie I need gooey cause the gooey`s what I need 
 
And they be rollin fat vegas we stayed smokin` major 
and niggas wanna hate us because we straight playas 
But ask them other niggas bout my crew and what we doin and 
We blowin crypt and that`s the motherf**kin truth man 
Ya know man we aint no Kurt Dogg`s flowin big things turf hoggs 
Hit the block blowin Backwoods and sew it up like a mac should you know 
And Sugarwolfeezy off the heezy eat em` up best belive me with the louie`s 
And it was Dubee comin` through on the sticky gooey biotch 
 
Grab the bud get the scissors and cut it 
Grab the razor the blunt must be gutted 
Up the middle like a fullback 
You know we recycle the contact 
 
I the dogg bit*h I`m a smokin major 
need a fast sack better hit me on my pager 
Dub all`s and ten sacks  
ouie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back 
 
My back is getting smaller and my man aint callin back 
If he don`t call by tomorrow 
I`m gonna have to start on black call me damn 
 
(*Cell Phone Rings*) 
Hello 
Hey what`s up my louie 
Hey man when the f**k is you comin` man 
Man three minutes 
 
I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown) 
Don`t want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green 
Gonna hit this Bobby come around I need that sh*t from Humboldt County 
420 Airaqui sh*t that make you cough up snot 
Three and a half no more no less in a Backwood it a bust ya chest 
To have a grown man cryin tears sayin damn I aint been this high in years 
That Indo only in Cali grown and we`ve got fat sacks in a Valley Joe 
Blowin` big bomb at my house and leavin niggas stuck with cotton mouth 
I need an eighth 
 
That sh*t taste hella good