Shroomz

(album: 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - 1998)

It's a long day Friday
It's like moving all this weight
Got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner came through with two white boys (Duuude)
Talking noise bout a hot spot
Where bitches come alone
And niggas don't cock 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? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz)
The shroomz? (What?)
Yeah, that's some other shit
One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mothership
How high it make you get?
Fucked up?
Throwing up guts?
Or do it have you stuck with soft dick and can't fuck?
Hold up

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 nigga coked up
And druggied down
See cannibus and mushrooms be coming 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 liquified
Right before my very eye
This a different kind of high
(Ohh shit, you see this shit
These motherfuckers melting and shit...)

Niggas and bitches walking 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 niggas straight
Likwit Crew, activate
Form of, a bunch of wild niggas mashing 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 Klingon
Shit that I'm 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 dude)
God damn, no wonder why I feel like a underneath
Told the white boy "Faggot, we got beef."
Over did it holmes
Niggas playing bones in the living room
Restless, try to find anything to mess with
Where my keys at?
Pickin up clothes, trying to fold the shit
See my riot gage on the wall, better unload the shit
Fucked up niggas and firearms dont mix right
Cocked 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

Fuck! Shit!...Wooow...Ay, ay, ay, it's cool, I just shot the floor man
It's all good, it's all good...Ay, ay, where everybody at? Ah shit
Fucking with that shit