Shroomz lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Shroomz



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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 bitches come alone
and niggas
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 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
cant fuck
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 nigga 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 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 likwitfy
right before my very
eye
this is a different kind of
high

(ohh shit, you see this shit
this
motherfuckers melting and shit)

Verse
3.

niggas and bitches 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 niggas straight
nickel
proof
activate
for mom
i brought wild
niggas smashing 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 cling on
shit that im 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
duuude)
god damn
no wonder why I feel like
a underneath total white boy fagot
we got
beef
over did it holms
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 teh wall
better
unload this shit
fucked up niggas and fire
arms dont 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 teh flow and let it go

(fuck!,
shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot
the flow man.
Its all good, its all good...ah
ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha)
fuckin
wit dat shit