Lyrics:

It's a long day Friday
It's like movin on this way
Got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner came through with two white boys
(Duuude)
Talkin noise about a hot spot
Where bitches come alone
And the niggas don't cock block
Let the top drop
And we out
Hit the liquor store
Give me Olde-E and three blunts
No make it four
Anything else
(Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking gin
(No dude it's 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 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
Dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up
And druggied down
See cannabis 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 liquify
Right before my very eye
This is a different kind of high
(Ohh shit, you see this shit?)
(This motherfucker's melting and shit)
Niggas and bitches walkin by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized
Pupils dilated changing size
That's when I heard the battle cries from across the room
Set these crooked niggas straight
Liquid 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 Kirk and Klingons
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 an underneath told the white boy faggot
We got beef
Over did it homes
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 the wall
Better unload this shit
Fucked up niggas and fire arms don't 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 the flow and let it go
Fuck! Shit! Wo-woohoo! Hey it's all cool, I just shot the flow man
It's all good, it's all good. Hey, hey where everbody at? Ah shit (haha)
Ah, fuckin with that shit