| Man who got this
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| Oh don’t worry bout it nigga just pass the weed
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| You’re here suckin' up all the weed
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| Mouth looks like it’s a box of powdered donuts
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| We’re real dumb in here with the Louie’s
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| In this time of bammer weed
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| As a Louie I know just what I need (What ya' need cuddie)
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| I need an eighth of sticky gooey
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| And when I get this eighth I’m blowin with the Louie
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| Help me out
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| 7 a.m. in the mornin and the monkey’s at my bed
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| Got me cravin' and enslavin' I need some dope for my head
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| And I be kickin Backwood’s fore' I hit the hood no doubt
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| Monkey on my back turnked out
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| Cause It’s 3.5 on my rictor scale
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| And if the sack ain’t obese you won’t make the sale
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| I need an eighth big body’s sayin
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| When you bring my shit make sure my shit ain’t hay
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| Cause if it’s hay when you bring it
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| I’mma get to wingin ghetto bling blingin leave a nigga head ringin
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| Fo show 3.5 of indo
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| Cause heads turn and bitches scream
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| When my man he pulled out that sticky green
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| It was sticky gooey residuey
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| One more time for my niggas in the looie
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| I can’t spend on Versace, that could buy me too much weed
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| As a LOOIE I need gooey cause the gooey’s what I need
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| And they be rollin fat vega’s we stayed smokin' major
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| And niggas wanna hate us because we straight playas
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| But ask them other niggas bout my crew and what we doin and
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| We blowin crypt and that’s the motherfuckin truth man
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| Ya know man we ain’t no Kurt Dogg’s flowin big things turf hoggs
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| Hit the block blowin Backwoods and sew it up like a mac should you know
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| And Sugarwolfeezy off the heezy eat em' up best belive me with the louie’s
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| And it was Dubee comin' through on the sticky gooey biotch
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| Grab the bud get the scissors and cut it
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| Grab the razor the blunt must be gutted
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| Up the middle like a fullback
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| You know we recycle the contact
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| I the dogg bitch I’m a smokin major
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| Need a fast sack better hit me on my pager
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| Dub all’s and ten sacks
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| Ouie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back
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| My back is getting smaller and my man ain’t callin back
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| If he don’t call by tomorrow
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| I’m gonna have to start on black call me damn
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| (*Cell Phone Rings*)
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| Hello
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| Hey what’s up my louie
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| Hey man when the fuck is you comin' man
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| Man three minutes
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| I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown)
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| Don’t want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green
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| Gonna hit this Bobby come around I need that shit from Humboldt County
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| 420 Paraquat shit that make you cough up snot
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| Three and a half no more no less in a Backwood it a bust ya chest
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| To have a grown man cryin tears sayin damn I ain’t been this high in years
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| That Indo only in Cali grown and we’ve got fat sacks in a Valley Joe
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| Blowin' big bomb at my house and leavin niggas stuck with cotton mouth
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| I need an eighth
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| That shit taste hella good |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Need A Eight , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Tha Best Of Mac Dre Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп