[Verse 1]
It's a long day Friday
It's like movin' all this weight
Got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner came through with two white boys (Duuude)
Talkin' noise bout a hot spot
Where b**hes come alone
And n***as don't co*k 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? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz)
The shroomz? (What?)
Yeah, that's some other sh**
One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mothership
How high it make you get?
f**ed up?
Throwing up guts?
Or do it have you stuck with soft dick and can't f**?
Hold up
[Verse 2]
Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin C chase
k** the taste
You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face
Don't get it twisted like a n***a coked up
And druggied down
See cannibus and mushrooms be coming from the ground
All natural
Post it at the club
Looking funny-style
Tight slack
Pimp feather hat
Where the b**hes at?
We giving orders at the bar holding money
When all of a sudden
All the people started looking funny
And started lookin runny
And liquify
Right before my very eye
This a different kind of high
(Ohh sh**, you see this sh**
These motherf**ers melting and sh**...)
[Verse 3]
n***as and b**hes walkin' by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized
Pupils dialated, changing size
That's when I heard the battle cries from across the room
Set these crooked n***as straight
Likwit Crew, activate
Form of, a bunch of wild n***as mashing you
Came crashing through
Elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out by this time
My sh** is blown out
Pull the phone out
Accelleration and we bone out
In the zone out beyond
Captain Kurk and Klingon
sh** that I'm on
Be high powered like a Yukon
Back to my house, f**ed up
Trying to see straight
How much of that bullsh** did I actually take?
(2 grams dude)
God damn, no wonder why I feel like a underneath
Told the white boy "f*ggot, we got beef."
Over did it holmes
n***as playin' bones in the living room
Restless, try to find anything to mess with
Where my keys at?
Pickin up clothes, trying to fold the sh**
See my riot gage on the wall, better unload the sh**
f**ed up n***as and firearms dont mix right
co*ked back the chamber, dumping shells 'til it felt light
Thought I dumped the all, Counted 7
But it was 8, straight gone
Point the barrel at the floor, let it go
(f**! sh**!...Wooow...Ay, ay, ay, It's cool, I just shot the floor man
It's all good, it's all good...Ay, ay, where everybody at? Ah sh**
f**in' with that sh**)