Lirik Lagu I Need An Eighth - Mac Dre
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Man who got thisOh don`t worry bout it nigga just pass the weedYou`re here suckin` up all the weed,mouth looks like it`s a box of powdered donutsWe`re real dumb in here with the Louie`s
In this time of bammer weedAs a Louie I know just what I need (What ya` need cuddie)I need an eighth of sticky gooeyand when I get this eighth I`m blowin with the LouieHelp me out(Repeat 2x)
7 a.m. in the mornin and the monkey`s at my bedGot me cravin` and enslavin` I need some dope for my head
And I be kickin Backwood`s fore` I hit the hood no doubtMonkey on my back turnked out
Cause It`s 3.5 on my rictor scaleAnd if the sack aint obese you wont make the sale
I need an eighth big body`s sayinWhen you bring my shit make sure my shit aint hay
Cause if it`s hay when you bring itI`ma get to wingin ghetto bling blingin leave a nigga head ringinFo show 3.5 of indo
Cause heads turn and bitches screamwhen my man he pulled out that sticky greenIt was sticky gooey residueyone more time for my niggas in the looie
I can`t spend over satchie that could buy me too much weedAs a louie I need gooey cause the gooey`s what I need
And they be rollin fat vegas we stayed smokin` majorand niggas wanna hate us because we straight playasBut ask them other niggas bout my crew and what we doin andWe blowin crypt and that`s the motherfuckin truth manYa know man we aint no Kurt Dogg`s flowin big things turf hoggsHit the block blowin Backwoods and sew it up like a mac should you knowAnd Sugarwolfeezy off the heezy eat em` up best belive me with the louie`sAnd it was Dubee comin` through on the sticky gooey biotch
Grab the bud get the scissors and cut itGrab the razor the blunt must be guttedUp the middle like a fullbackYou know we recycle the contact
I the dogg bitch I`m a smokin majorneed a fast sack better hit me on my pagerDub all`s and ten sacksouie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back
My back is getting smaller and my man aint callin backIf he don`t call by tomorrowI`m gonna have to start on black call me damn
(*Cell Phone Rings*)HelloHey what`s up my louieHey man when the fuck is you comin` manMan three minutes
I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown)Don`t want no Bobby Brown I want Al GreenGonna hit this Bobby come around I need that shit from Humboldt County420 Airaqui shit that make you cough up snotThree and a half no more no less in a Backwood it a bust ya chestTo have a grown man cryin tears sayin damn I aint been this high in yearsThat Indo only in Cali grown and we`ve got fat sacks in a Valley JoeBlowin` big bomb at my house and leavin niggas stuck with cotton mouthI need an eighth
That shit taste hella good
In this time of bammer weedAs a Louie I know just what I need (What ya` need cuddie)I need an eighth of sticky gooeyand when I get this eighth I`m blowin with the LouieHelp me out(Repeat 2x)
7 a.m. in the mornin and the monkey`s at my bedGot me cravin` and enslavin` I need some dope for my head
And I be kickin Backwood`s fore` I hit the hood no doubtMonkey on my back turnked out
Cause It`s 3.5 on my rictor scaleAnd if the sack aint obese you wont make the sale
I need an eighth big body`s sayinWhen you bring my shit make sure my shit aint hay
Cause if it`s hay when you bring itI`ma get to wingin ghetto bling blingin leave a nigga head ringinFo show 3.5 of indo
Cause heads turn and bitches screamwhen my man he pulled out that sticky greenIt was sticky gooey residueyone more time for my niggas in the looie
I can`t spend over satchie that could buy me too much weedAs a louie I need gooey cause the gooey`s what I need
And they be rollin fat vegas we stayed smokin` majorand niggas wanna hate us because we straight playasBut ask them other niggas bout my crew and what we doin andWe blowin crypt and that`s the motherfuckin truth manYa know man we aint no Kurt Dogg`s flowin big things turf hoggsHit the block blowin Backwoods and sew it up like a mac should you knowAnd Sugarwolfeezy off the heezy eat em` up best belive me with the louie`sAnd it was Dubee comin` through on the sticky gooey biotch
Grab the bud get the scissors and cut itGrab the razor the blunt must be guttedUp the middle like a fullbackYou know we recycle the contact
I the dogg bitch I`m a smokin majorneed a fast sack better hit me on my pagerDub all`s and ten sacksouie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back
My back is getting smaller and my man aint callin backIf he don`t call by tomorrowI`m gonna have to start on black call me damn
(*Cell Phone Rings*)HelloHey what`s up my louieHey man when the fuck is you comin` manMan three minutes
I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown)Don`t want no Bobby Brown I want Al GreenGonna hit this Bobby come around I need that shit from Humboldt County420 Airaqui shit that make you cough up snotThree and a half no more no less in a Backwood it a bust ya chestTo have a grown man cryin tears sayin damn I aint been this high in yearsThat Indo only in Cali grown and we`ve got fat sacks in a Valley JoeBlowin` big bomb at my house and leavin niggas stuck with cotton mouthI need an eighth
That shit taste hella good
