Song | Shroomz |
Artist | Xzibit |
Album | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
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 |