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