I Need A Eighth

Man,who got this

Oh don't worry bout it ni**a just pass the weed

You're here suckin' up all the weed,

Mouth looks like it's a box of powdered donuts

We're real dumb in here with the Louie's

In this time of bammer weed

As a Louie I know just what I need (What ya' need cuddie)

I need an eighth of sticky gooey

And when I get this eighth I'm blowin with the Louie

Help me out

I need an eighth of sticky gooey

And when I get this eighth I'm blowin with the Louie

Help me out

I need an eighth of sticky gooey

And when I get this eighth I'm blowin with the Louie

7 a.m. in the morning and the monkey's at my bed

Got me cravin' and enslavin' I need some dope for my head

And I be kickin' Backwood's fore' I hit the hood no doubt

Monkey on my back turnked out

'Cause It's 3.5 on my rictor scale

And if the sack ain't obese you won't make the sale

I need an eighth big body's sayin'

When you bring my sh*t make sure my sh*t ain't hay

Cause if it's hay when you bring it

I'ma get to wingin' ghetto bling bling leave a ni**a head ringin'

For show 3.5 of indo

'Cause heads turn and b*tches scream

When my man he pulled out that sticky green

It was sticky gooey residuey

One more time for my ni**a's the Louie

I can't spend over satchie that could buy me too much weed

As a Louie I need gooey cause the gooey's what I need

And they be rollin' fat vegas we stayed smokin' major

And ni**as wanna hate us because we straight players

But ask them other ni**as 'bout my crew and what we doin' and

We blowin crypt and that's the mother****in' truth man

Ya'll know man we ain't no Kurt Dogg's flowin' big things turf hoggs

Hit the block blowin' Backwoods and sew it up likea mac should you know

And Sugarwolfeezy off the heezy eat em' up best believe me with the Louie's

And it was Dubee comin' through on the sticky gooey

Grab the bud get the scissor sand cutit

Grab the razor the blunt mustbe gutted

Up the middle like a full back

You know we recycle the contact

I'm the dogg,b*tch,I'm a smokin' major

Need a fast sack better hit meon my pager

Dub all's and ten sacks

Louie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back

My back is getting smaller and my man aint callin' back

If he don't call by tomorrow

I'm gonna have to start on black

Call me,damn

(ring~)

Hello

Ay,what's up,my Louie

Hey man,when the f**k is you comin' man

Um…three minutes

I need an eighth know what I mean (got some killer brown)

Don't want no Bobby Brown

I want AI Green

Gonna hit this Bobby come around

I need that sh*t from Humboldt County

420 Airaqui sh*t that make you cough up snot

Three and a half no more no less

In a Backwood it a bust sh*t chest

To have a grown man cryin' tears sayin' damn I ain't been this high in years

That Indo only in Cali grown and we've got fat sacks in a Valley Joe

Blowin' big bomb at my house and leavin' ni**as stuck with cotton mouth

I need an eighth

(That sh*t taste hella good)