Shroomz Lyrics - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - Xzibit

It's a long day Friday 

It's like movin' all this weight 

Got Xzibit up tight, right 

Partner came through with two white boys (Dude) 

Talkin' noise bout a hot spot 

Where bitches come alone and niggas don't cock 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? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz) 

The shroomz? 

Yeah, that's some other shit 

One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mothership 

How high it make you get? Fucked up? Throwing up guts? 

Or do it have you stuck with soft dick and can't fuck? Hold up 

Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice 

Vitamin C chase, kill the taste 

You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face 

Don't get it twisted like a nigga coked up 

And druggied down, see Cannabis and mushrooms 

Be coming from the ground, all natural 

Post it at the club, looking funny-style 

Tight slack, pimp feather hat, where the bitches at? 

Yeah we giving orders at the bar holding money 

When all of a sudden all the people started looking funny 

And started lookin' runny and liquify 

Right before my very eye 

This a different kind of high 

(Oh shit, you see this shit 

These motherfuckers is melting and shit) 

Niggas and bitches 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 niggas straight 

Likwit Crew, activate 

Form of, a bunch of wild niggas mashing 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 acceleration and we bone out 

In the zone out beyond Captain Kurk and Klingon 

Shit that I'm on be high powered like a Yukon 

Back to my house, fucked up, tryna see straight 

How much of that bullshit did I actually take? (Two grams dude) 

God damn, no wonder why I feel like a underneath 

Told the white boy "Faggot, we got beef." 

Over did it holmes 

Niggas playin' bones in the living room 

Restless, tryna find anything to mess with 

Where my keys at? 

Pickin' up clothes, trying to fold the shit 

See my riot gage on the wall, better unload the shit 

Fucked up niggas and firearms don't mix right 

Cocked back the chamber, dumping shells 'til it felt light 

Thought I dumped them all, counted to seven 

But it was eight, straight 

I'm gone point the barrel at the floor, let it go