Xzibit Shroomz Lyrics

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It's a long day Friday
It's like movin' on this way
Got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner cam through wit two white boys
Talkin' noise bout a hot spot
Where *****es come alone
And *****s don't 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 see pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking gin
(No dude its the shroomz)
The shroomz? (what?)
Yeah that's some other ****
One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship
How high it make you get
****ed up?
Throw it up, guts
Or do it have you stuck wit soft **** and can't ****
Hold up

Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin see chase
Kill the taste
You can tell its nasty by the look on my face
Don't 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 *****es at
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

(Oh ****, you see this ****
This ************s melting and ****)

*****s and *****es walkin' 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 *****s straight
Nickel proof
For mom
I brought wild *****s smashing you
Came crashing through
Elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out by this time
My **** is blown out
Pull the phone out
Acceleration and we bone out
In the zone out beyond
Captain Kurk and cling on
**** that I'm on
Be high powered like a Yukon
Back to my house
****ed 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 total white boy ******
We got beef
Over did it holmes
*****s playin' bones in the living room
Try to find anything to mess with
Where my keys at
Pickin' up clothes
Trying to fold this ****
See my riot gauge on the wall
Better unload this ****
****ed up *****s 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

(****!, ****!...wow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man.
Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah **** (haha)
****in wit dat ****

Written by: Alvin N. Joiner, Anthony D. Wheaton
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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