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

[x2]



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 aint obese you wont make the sale



I need an eighth big body's sayin

When you bring my shit make sure my shit aint hay



Cause if it's hay when you bring it

I'ma 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 over satchie that could buy me too much weed

As a louie I need gooey cause the gooey's what I need



And they 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 aint 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 aint 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 Airaqui 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 aint 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