[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