Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Need an Eighth , by - Mac Dre. Release date: 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 |