Shroomz

Verse 1. 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