Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need an Eighth, artist - Mac Dre.
Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Song language: English
I Need an Eighth |
Man who got this |
Oh don’t worry bout it nigga 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 |
7 a.m. in the mornin 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 shit make sure my shit ain’t hay |
Cause if it’s hay when you bring it |
I’mma get to wingin ghetto bling blingin leave a nigga head ringin |
Fo show 3.5 of indo |
Cause heads turn and bitches scream |
When my man he pulled out that sticky green |
It was sticky gooey residuey |
One more time for my niggas in the looie |
I can’t spend on Versace, that could buy me too much weed |
As a LOOIE I need gooey cause the gooey’s what I need |
And they be rollin fat vega’s 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 Sugarwolfeezy 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 the dogg bitch I’m a smokin major |
Need a fast sack better hit me on my pager |
Dub all’s and ten sacks |
Ouie hold that big bomb pillows take ya way back |
My back is getting smaller and my man ain’t callin back |
If he don’t call by tomorrow |
I’m gonna have to start on black call me damn |
(*Cell Phone Rings*) |
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 come around I need that shit from Humboldt County |
420 Paraquat 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 a Valley Joe |
Blowin' big bomb at my house and leavin niggas stuck with cotton mouth |
I need an eighth |
That shit taste hella good |