its a long day Friday its like movin on this way got
Xzibit up tight, right Partner cam through wit two white
boys (duuude) talkin noise bout a hot spot where bitches come
alone and niggas dont cop block let the top drop and we out hit the
liquor store give me O.E. and three blunts no make it four anything
else (Vitamin C pills and orange juice) what are you drinking gin (no
dude its the shroomz) the shroomz? (what?) yeah thats some other
shit one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship how high
it make you get fucked up? throw it up, guts or do it have you stuck
wit soft dick and cant fuck hold up
Verse 2.
now chew 'em up
and slam the orange juice vitamin c chase kill the taste you can tell
its nasty by the look on my face dont get it twisted like a nigga coked
up and druggied down see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the
ground all natural post it at the club looking funny style tight
slack pimp feather hat where the bitches at here we giving orders
at the bar holding money when all of a sudden all the people started
looking funny and started lookin runny and likwitfy right before my
very eye this is a different kind of high
(ohh shit, you see this
shit this motherfuckers melting and shit)
Verse 3.
niggas and
bitches walkin by that i recognize feeling hypnotized pupils dialated
changing size thats when i heard the battle cries from across the
room set thes crooked niggas straight nickel proof activate for
mom i brought wild niggas smashing you came crashing through elbows
and right hooks for you we got thrown out by this time my shit is blown
out pull the phone out accelleration and we bone out in the zone out
beyond Captain Kurk and cling on shit that im on be high powered like
a yukon back to my house fucked up trying to see straight how much
of that bullshit did I actually take (2 grams duuude) god damn no
wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot we got
beef over did it holms niggas playin bones in the living
room restless try to find anything to mess with where my keys
at pickin up clothes trying to fold this shit see my riot gage on teh
wall better unload this shit fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix
right cocked back the chamber dumping shells till it felt lite thought
I dumped the all counted 7 but it was 8 straight gone point the
barrel at teh flow and let it go
(fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its
cool, I just shot the flow man. Its all good, its all good...ah ah where
everbody at, ah shit (haha) fuckin wit dat shit