It's a day Friday It's movin' all this weight Got Xzibit up tight, Partner came through two white boys (Dude) Talkin' bout a hot spot Where come alone and niggas don't cock block Let the top And we out, hit the liquor me O.E. And three blunts no, make it four Anything else? (Vitamin C pills and juice) What are you drinking, Gin? (Nah dude, the shroomz) The Yeah, that's other shit One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the How it make you get? Fucked up? Throwing up guts? Or do it have you stuck with soft dick and fuck? Hold up
Now 'em up and slam the orange juice C chase, kill the taste You can tell it's nasty by the look on my Don't get it twisted a nigga coked up And druggied down, see Cannabis and Be coming the ground, all natural it at the club, looking funny-style Tight slack, pimp feather hat, the bitches at? Yeah we orders at the bar holding money When all of a sudden all the people started funny And started lookin' runny and before my very eye This a kind of high
(Oh shit, you see this These is melting and shit)
Niggas and bitches walkin' by I recognize Feeling dialated, changing size That's when I the battle cries from across the room Set these crooked straight Likwit Crew, of, a bunch of wild niggas mashing you Came through Elbows and hooks for you We got thrown out by this my shit is blown out Pull the phone out acceleration and we out In the zone out beyond Captain and Klingon Shit that I'm on be powered like a Yukon to my house, fucked up, tryna see straight How much of that bullshit did I actually (Two grams dude) God damn, no why I feel like a underneath Told the boy "Faggot, we got beef." Over did it Niggas playin' bones in the room Restless, tryna anything to mess with Where my at? up clothes, trying to fold the shit See my riot on the wall, better unload the shit Fucked up and firearms don't mix right back the chamber, dumping shells 'til it felt light Thought I dumped all, counted to seven But it was eight, I'm gone the barrel at the floor, let it go