Shroomz lyrics

[Intro x3]
Yeah, yeah, I bring it live, don't stop

[Verse 1]
It's a long day Friday it's like movin' all this weight
Got Xzibit up tight, right, partner came through with two white boys (Duuude)
Talkin' noise bout a hot spot
Where b*tches come alone and the n*ggas don't c*ck block
Let the top drop and we out
Hit the liquor store, give me O.E. and three blunts, no, make it fo'
Anything else? (Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking, gin? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz)
The shroomz? (What?) Yeah, that's some other sh*t
One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mothership
How high it make you get? f*cked up? Throwing up guts?
Or do it have you stuck with soft di*k and can't f*ck? Hold up

[Refrain]
I'ma give you some right here right now, yeah

[Verse 2]
Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice, Vitamin C chase kill the taste
You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face
Don't get it twisted like a n*gga coked up and druggied down
See cannibus and mushrooms be coming from the ground
All natural posted it at the club, looking funny-style
Tight slack, pimp feather hat, where the b*tches 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 liquified
Right before my very eye, this some different kind of high
[Refrain]
(Oh sh*t, you see this sh*t
These motherf*ckers melting and sh*t...)

[Verse 3]
n*ggas and b*tches walkin' by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized, pupils dialated, changing size
That's when I heard the battle cries from across the room
Set these crooked n*ggas straight, Likwit Crew, activate
Form of! A bunch of wild n*ggas mashing you
Came crashing through, elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out, by this time my sh*t is blown out
Pull the phone out acceleration and we bone out
In the zone out beyond, Captain Kirk and some Klingons
sh*t that I'm on be high powered like a Yukon
Back to my house, f*cked up trying to see straight
How much of that bullsh*t did I actually take? (2 grams dude)
God damn, no wonder why I feel like a underneath
Told a white boy "Faggot, we got beef."
Over did it holmes, n*ggas playin' bones in the living room
Restless, try to find anything to mess with
Where my keys at? Picking up clothes, trying to fold the sh*t
See my riot gauge on the wall, better unload the sh*t
f*cked up n*ggas and firearms dont mix right
c*cked back the chamber, dumping shells 'til it felt light
Thought I dumped the all, Counted 7 but it was 8, straight gone
Point the barrel at the floor, let it go! (*Gunshot*)
[Outro]
f*ck! sh*t!
Wooow sh*t"
Ay, ay, ay, it's cool, I just shot the flo' man, it's all good, it's all good
Ay! Ay, where everybody at? Ah sh*t, ah
f*ckin' with that sh*t