I Need An Eighth - Mac Dre

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 
(Repeat 2x) 

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