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