Verse 1:



its a long day Friday

its like movin on this way

got Xzibit up tight, right

Partner cam through wit two white boys

(duuude)

talkin noise bout a hot spot

where bitches come alone

and niggas dont cop 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

(no dude its the shroomz)

the shroomz? (what?)

yeah thats some other shit

one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship

how high it make you get

fucked up?

throw it up, guts

or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck

hold up



Verse 2:



now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice

vitamin c chase

kill the taste

you can tell its nasty by the look on my face

dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up

and druggied down

see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground

all natural

post it at the club

looking funny style

tight slack

pimp feather hat

where the bitches at

here

we giving orders at the bar holding money

when all of a sudden

all the people started looking funny

and started lookin runny

and likwitfy

right before my very eye

this is a different kind of high



(ohh shit, you see this shit

this motherfuckers melting and shit)



Verse 3:



niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize

feeling hypnotized

pupils dialated changing size

thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room

set thes crooked niggas straight

nickel proof

activate

for mom

i brought wild niggas smashing you

came crashing through

elbows and right hooks for you

we got thrown out by this time

my shit is blown out

pull the phone out

accelleration and we bone out

in the zone out beyond

Captain Kurk and cling on

shit that im on

be high powered like a yukon

back to my house

fucked up

trying to see straight

how much of that bullshit did I actually take

(2 grams duuude)

god damn

no wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot

we got beef

over did it holms

niggas playin bones in the living room

restless

try to find anything to mess with

where my keys at

pickin up clothes

trying to fold this shit

see my riot gage on teh wall

better unload this shit

fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right

cocked back the chamber

dumping shells till it felt lite

thought I dumped the all

counted 7

but it was 8

straight gone

point the barrel at teh flow and let it go



(fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man.

Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha)

fuckin wit dat shit