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  • 作词 : Joiner, Wheaton
    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 b*****s come alone
    And ****** 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 s*it
    One of the reasons why george clinton sees the mother s*ip
    How high it make you get
    F****d up?
    Throw it up, guts
    Or do it have you stuck wit soft **** and cant ****
    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 ***** 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 b*****s 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 s*it, you see this s*it
    This motherf****rs melting and s*it)
    Verse 3.
    ****** and b*****s 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 ****** straight
    Nickel proof
    Activate
    For mom
    I brought wild ****** smas*ing you
    Came cras*ing through
    Elbows and right hooks for you
    We got thrown out by this time
    My s*it is blown out
    Pull the phone out
    Accelleration and we bone out
    In the zone out beyond
    Captain kurk and cling on
    S*it that im on
    Be high powered like a yukon
    Back to my house
    F****d up
    Trying to see straight
    How much of that bulls*it 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
    ****** 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 s*it
    See my riot gage on teh wall
    Better unload this s*it
    F****d up ****** and fire arms dont mix right
    C**ked 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
    (****!, s*it!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, i just shot the flow man.
    Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah s*it (haha)
    F****n wit dat s*it
  • 作词 : Joiner, Wheaton
    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 b*****s come alone
    And ****** 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 s*it
    One of the reasons why george clinton sees the mother s*ip
    How high it make you get
    F****d up?
    Throw it up, guts
    Or do it have you stuck wit soft **** and cant ****
    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 ***** 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 b*****s 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 s*it, you see this s*it
    This motherf****rs melting and s*it)
    Verse 3.
    ****** and b*****s 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 ****** straight
    Nickel proof
    Activate
    For mom
    I brought wild ****** smas*ing you
    Came cras*ing through
    Elbows and right hooks for you
    We got thrown out by this time
    My s*it is blown out
    Pull the phone out
    Accelleration and we bone out
    In the zone out beyond
    Captain kurk and cling on
    S*it that im on
    Be high powered like a yukon
    Back to my house
    F****d up
    Trying to see straight
    How much of that bulls*it 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
    ****** 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 s*it
    See my riot gage on teh wall
    Better unload this s*it
    F****d up ****** and fire arms dont mix right
    C**ked 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
    (****!, s*it!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, i just shot the flow man.
    Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah s*it (haha)
    F****n wit dat s*it