[Hook X2: Erick Arc Elliot] Drinking that hurricane has got me fucked up St. Ides and the blunt, I be getting fucked up Drinkin' that Colt 45 done got me fucked up Fuck is up? Shit.. I'm fucked up Nigga [Verse 1: Meech] She said something bout Mary, I'm on Lucy, she on Molly Told her "shut the fuck up, and let that liquor fill your body bitch" I ain't gonna lie, I'll probably take drugs till I die (ALREADY DEAD!) Super high, pissy drunk over the ribbon in the sky ha Two 40 ounce, that's 80 something Nigga, I was born in 80 something 2-2 in her purse go BLAOW BLAOW Kitty in the skirt go MEOW MEOW Smoke, I'mma dick em' down, down It's Darko, you know the wild child Fuck the law, though No bag on my 4-o Girls drop them drawers slow As I roll it up and I pour slow Bitch two ain't enough, I need four more I'm referring to the liquor and the whores, ya know Hurricane, that shit got me slurring They way that pussy drip drippy, when I thought it was urine I'm high and mighty, she slow and slurping Magic carpet ride, we fucking rugs that's Persian (Magic carpet ride, we fucking rugs that's Persian) 12 feet when I smoke that shit 27 feet when I stand on my dick And on this OE, I'm a straight OG Hell yeah I do drugs, but I never OD I'm 12 feet when I smoke that shit 27 feet when I stand on my dick And on this OE, I'm a straight OG Hell yeah I do drugs, but I never OD (NOT YET.. NOT YET.. NOT YETTTT) [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Juice] Look at me, I'm stoned To the bone, bone, bone Riding with that chrome Brangdangdang, now you lain I mean laid, I love titties Too much haze Disel sour every hour now I'm fucked up You losing nigga, tough luck Red Stripe on ice, 6-pack Now I'm down to fuck Can't catch me on your scene I am cream, my gold's clean All white everything, word to Mary Jane Cocaine regime, peace to [?] 40 ounces while your girl show me inside her blouses Peak, peak, let me sneak, cat and mouse shit I'm a fiend for the green (I love it) I don't sniff sheen (Never) But she's willing And I'm leaning Zombie Team, word to the homies Triple G's, speak for the lonely, speak for the needy Speak for the niggas dying in these streets That don't give a fuck drink a few of the dream I ain't going to lie, I probably won't live till 25 So much stresses on my mind Stress is stress, drop a tab, collect Recollect just a retrospect My grass getting longer, married to the marijuana (I SAID I'm MARRIED TO THE MARIJUANA!) [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot] Brown paper bag in my right hand when I wanna leave my soul G-O-D on me go deep as I bleep to a vortex send me home Shoot to your crib with a change of clothes Lot of niggas never got you wet before Either yes or no Pour another drink of the Cognac Fuck with a nigga that will fuck with your nigga's bitch Then I rip in the bong Then I throw this dick into your mom Sits with a charm [?] gold, moon and the stars Hit him one time, and I use the barrage Mean set a broads that will drink at the bar Cause they think I'mma star Arc is the emblem Who will defend them? Mother fucking feds and the soul But the weed aroma is like a [?] Hold it, I told ya the coma from the corner My composure is golden, girl Betty white got a loads of [?] (Bet she like when I hold it, girl) Better drink it down, 40 ounce Hurricane, it gon' slow your brain up Armed and dangerous, almost famous Waking up, don't even know what your name is You pretend to be another friend of me, but you're my enemy Zombie gang to the tenth degree The flesh rot green while I fill your embassy Got a cup full of drank and a blunt filled with dank dank dank Wanna throw it up like a gang sign, mane Twisted and empty, don't bother tempting me Tool get destroyed with you Gone [Hook X2]