I Need a Eigth lyrics

Man who got this
Oh don't worry bout it n*gga just pass the weed
You're here suckin' up all the weed
Mouth looks like it's a box of powdered donuts
We're real dumb in here with the Louie's
In this time of bammer weed
As a Louie I know just what I need (What ya' need cuddie)
I need an eighth of sticky gooey
And when I get this eighth I'm blowin with the Louie
Help me out
7 a.m. in the mornin and the monkey's at my bed
Got me cravin' and enslavin' I need some dope for my head
And I be kickin Backwood's fore' I hit the hood no doubt
Monkey on my back turnked out
Cause It's 3.5 on my rictor scale
And if the sack ain't obese you won't make the sale
I need an eighth big body's sayin
When you bring my sh*t make sure my sh*t ain't hay
Cause if it's hay when you bring it
I'm a get to wingin ghetto bling blingin leave a n*gga head ringin
Fo show 3.5 of indo
Cause heads turn and b*tches scream
When my man he pulled out that sticky green
It was sticky gooey residuey
One more time for my n*ggas in the looie
I can't spend over satchie that could buy me too much weed
As a louie I need gooey cause the gooey's what I need
And they be rollin fat vegas we stayed smokin' major
And n*ggas wanna hate us because we straight playas
But ask them other n*ggas bout my crew and what we doin and
We blowin crypt and that's the motherf*ckin truth man
Ya know man we ain't no Kurt Dogg's flowin big things turf hoggs
Hit the block blowin Backwoods and sew it up like a mac should you know
And Sugarwolfeezy off the heezy eat em' up best belive me with the louie's
And it was Dubee comin' through on the sticky gooey biotch
Grab the bud get the scissors and cut it
Grab the razor the blunt must be gutted
Up the middle like a fullback
You know we recycle the contact
I the dogg b*tch I'm a smokin major
Need a fast sack better hit me on my pager
Dub all's and ten sacks
Ouie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back
My back is getting smaller and my man ain't callin back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gonna have to start on black call me damn
Hello
Hey what's up my louie
Hey man when the f*ck is you comin' man
Man three minutes
I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown)
Don't want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green
Gonna hit this Bobby come around I need that sh*t from Humboldt County
420 Airaqui sh*t that make you cough up snot
Three and a half no more no less in a Backwood it a bust ya chest
To have a grown man cryin tears sayin damn I ain't been this high in years
That Indo only in Cali grown and we've got fat sacks in a Valley Joe
Blowin' big bomb at my house and leavin n*ggas stuck with cotton mouth
I need an eighth
That sh*t taste hella good