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