Sir Jinx - Shroomz lyrics

[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**)