Magic mushrooms Cannibus, ludes, and GHB downers and THC Blues and and acid on sheets
Hey yo Loc, up Johnny Richter? I still sport the same frame, I just the big picture Now I'ma sit your ass down right in the row To let you know how we smoke at a Kings Show
You we do it, did it, doin' it again I need at least ten for my day to begin A big sack of the chronic, you know Im always on it smokin' out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it
And get a refund check, I bet you sell mammas drawls You keep bouncin' like my balls off the just because You want a piece of what I got a sack of my pot Think really gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not
We fucked up at Twenty in the old rotation Rolled up on the homies, what you blazin' They said some purple kush that they got Riverside But I knew was fakin', the shit barely got me high
looks the same but everything feels so differently And I dont know if just all in my head or if Im losin my sanity My smokin', my drinkin' is my thinkin' Thats they all keep tellin' me And keep changin' erasin' And everything feels so to me
Now we out on the road, different city every Different hos every night, different flows every We stay drunk off Bud Light so the Malt Liquor We drink by the can, cup, bottle, or pitcher
see us onstage faded straight buzzed as fuck Youll hear us bumpin' down your block were in our trucks da doom doom doom thats whats up Damn I blew another woofer man thats just my
Well thats your luck, I hope mines better that As I tilt down my hat, and twist off my cap Yeah, kinda crazy doin' 80 in the dirt With his in the back and a beer in his lap
I feel the hurt, when its time I go bizzerk Third gear buckled, shit didnt even Well, you I seen the footage, and the film dont lie the wind out his chest and straight blackened his eye
Everything looks the same but everything feels so And I dont know if it's just all in my head or if Im losin my My smokin', my drinkin' is foggin' my what they all keep tellin' me And faces-n-places changin' erasin' And everything feels so to me
Strange, strange, strange, strange
Im feelin' so strange with the addition of Poppin' little blue things with no time to kill Eat the mid-sized whites, theyll keep you rollin the mornin Take one with a chick, you know that night you might be
D-Loc, Im feelin of dazed D and Im out of control Ya know the big ol are the Tylenol 3s And the orange ones I got come straight overseas
You know how I do it, wakin' up Drinkin' in my bed, waitin' for a lady to play And I love being on one, two, three, or Looped, staring at the ceiling with my back on the
Five, six, I rolled out my dick I called bitch, she was a lil' ass trick Now we not saying its right, but strange is how livin' Just through life having fun with what were given
Everything looks the same but everything so differently And I know if it's just all in my head or if Im losin my sanity My smokin', my is foggin' my thinkin' Thats they all keep tellin' me And faces-n-places keep erasin' And feels so strange to me
Everything looks the same but everything feels so And I dont know if it's just all in my or if Im losin my sanity My smokin', my drinkin' is foggin' my Thats what they all tellin' me And faces-n-places keep erasin' And everything so strange to me