Shroomz - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | Shroomz - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 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 |
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