>>>>[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
(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........

>>>>>[Ol English]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)

[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo'
I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game
Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model
Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette
'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like that
He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac
Crazy ass nigga wit' a Black Panther tat
Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
13 that's when I had my first

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I was the first nigga wit' a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and let the muthafuckas hop
Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocks
Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot
Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped