I Need a Eight

Man who got this
Oh don't worry bout it nigga just pass the weed that's what you do
You're here suckin' up all the weed,
Mouth lookin like you just ate 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 blowing with the Louie
Help me out
I need an eighth of sticky gooey
And when I get this eighth
I'm blowing with the Louie
Help me out
I need an eighth of sticky gooey
And when I get this eighth
I'm blowing with the Louie

7 a.m. in the mornin and the monkey's on 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 say
When you bring my shit make sure my shit ain't hay

Cause if it's hay when you bring it
I'm a get to wingin get a wing bing n' leave a nigga head ringin
Fo show 3.5 of indo

Cause heads turn and bitches scream
When Miami pulled out that sticky green
It was sticky gooey residuey
One more time for my niggas in the louie

I can't spend on Versace that could buy me too much weed
As a louie I need gooey cause the gooey's what I need

And we be rollin fat vegas we stayed smokin' major
And niggas wanna hate us because we straight playas
But ask them other niggas bout my crew and what we doin and
We blowin crypt and that's the motherfuckin truth man
Ya know man we ain't no Kurt Dogg's flowin big things turf hoggs
Hit the block blowin Backwoods and
Sew it up like a mac should you know
And Sugarwolf p off the heezy eat
Em' up best belive me with the louie's
And it was Dubee comin' through on the sticky gooey biotch

Grab the bud get the scissors and cut it
Grab the razor the blunt must be gutted
Up the middle like a fullback
You know we recycle the contact

I'm Dope Dogg bitch always smokin major
Need a fat sack better hit me on my pager
Elbow's and ten sacks
Louie hold that big bomb pillows that tear ya wig back

My sack is getting smallish and my man ain't callin back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gon' have to start on black call me damn

Hello
Hey what's up my louie
Hey man when the fuck is you comin' man
Man three minutes

I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown)
Don't want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green
Gonna hit this Bobby don't come around me
I need that shit from Humboldt County
420 paraquat the shit that make you cough up snot
Three and a half no more no less in a Backwood it a bust ya 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 the Valley Joe
Blowin' big bomb at light house
And leave a nigga stuck with cotton mouth
I need an eighth

That shit taste hella good