Shroomz
Xzibit Lyrics


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It's a long day Friday
It's like movin' all this weight
Got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner came through with two white boys (Dude)
Talkin' noise bout a hot spot
Where bitches come alone and niggas don't cock block
Let the top drop
And we out, hit the liquor store
Give me O.E. And three blunts no, make it four
Anything else? (Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking, Gin? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz)
The shroomz?
Yeah, that's some other shit
One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mothership
How high it make you get? Fucked up? Throwing up guts?
Or do it have you stuck with soft dick and can't fuck? Hold up

Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin C chase, kill the taste
You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face
Don't get it twisted like a nigga coked up
And druggied down, see Cannabis and mushrooms
Be coming from the ground, all natural
Post it at the club, looking funny-style
Tight slack, pimp feather hat, where the bitches at?
Yeah we giving orders at the bar holding money
When all of a sudden all the people started looking funny
And started lookin' runny and liquify
Right before my very eye
This a different kind of high

(Oh shit, you see this shit
These motherfuckers is melting and shit)

Niggas and bitches walkin' by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized
Pupils dialated, changing size
That's when I heard the battle cries from across the room
Set these crooked niggas straight
Likwit Crew, activate
Form of, a bunch of wild niggas mashing you
Came crashing through
Elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out by this time my shit is blown out
Pull the phone out acceleration and we bone out
In the zone out beyond Captain Kurk and Klingon
Shit that I'm on be high powered like a Yukon
Back to my house, fucked up, tryna see straight
How much of that bullshit did I actually take? (Two grams dude)
God damn, no wonder why I feel like a underneath
Told the white boy "Faggot, we got beef."
Over did it holmes
Niggas playin' bones in the living room
Restless, tryna find anything to mess with
Where my keys at?
Pickin' up clothes, trying to fold the shit
See my riot gage on the wall, better unload the shit
Fucked up niggas and firearms don't mix right
Cocked back the chamber, dumping shells 'til it felt light
Thought I dumped them all, counted to seven




But it was eight, straight
I'm gone point the barrel at the floor, let it go

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Xzibit's song 'Shroomz' describe a night out with his partner and two white boys, where they take mushrooms (a psychedelic drug) and chase it down with orange juice and vitamin C pills. The song takes us on a journey of the effects of the drug; starting with feeling high, followed by hallucinations where people are 'melting' and looking 'funny-style,' and ending with Xzibit getting into a gunfight with his white friend because he miscounted the number of bullets he still had left.


The lyrics depict the negative consequences of drug use, not just the physical effects but also the mental and emotional impact. Xzibit's lyrics speak to the dangers of mixing different types of drugs, as well as the potential consequences of being high and engaging in irresponsible behavior, such as getting into a gunfight. The song serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers and consequences of drug use.


Line by Line Meaning

It's a long day Friday
Xzibit is preparing for a long day and night ahead; it's Friday, and he's ready to unwind and enjoy his weekend.


It's like movin' all this weight
Preparing for a night out can be like moving heavy weights or burdens, with lots of planning, organizing, and carrying things around.


Got Xzibit up tight, right
Xzibit is feeling nervous or uneasy about the night ahead, but is also feeling excited and anticipatory.


Partner came through with two white boys (Dude)
Xzibit's friend arrives with two white men, suggesting that they may all be going to a predominantly white venue.


Talkin' noise bout a hot spot
The two white men are discussing a popular spot that they believe will be a great place to party.


Where bitches come alone and niggas don't cock block
The white men describe the venue as a place where women come without male companions and where men don't interfere with each other's attempts to pick up women.


Let the top drop
The group lowers the convertible roof on their car to enjoy the night air and to create a sense of freedom and abandon.


And we out, hit the liquor store
The group stops at a liquor store to stock up on drinks for the night ahead.


Give me O.E. And three blunts no, make it four
Xzibit requests a bottle of Olde English malt liquor and four blunts to smoke throughout the night.


Anything else? (Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
Xzibit also asks for Vitamin C pills and orange juice to help with the high from the blunts and shrooms.


What are you drinking, Gin? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz)
The two white men mistake Xzibit's drink for gin, but he corrects them, saying that he's drinking shrooms, which is some other type of drink.


The shroomz?
The two white men are curious about the drink and ask for more information about it.


Yeah, that's some other shit
Xzibit confirms that the drink is something different and more potent than what they may be used to.


One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mothership
Xzibit references George Clinton's connection to psychedelic drugs and their ability to produce hallucinations and otherworldly experiences.


How high it make you get? Fucked up? Throwing up guts?
One of the white men asks how high the drink can get you, and Xzibit replies that the drink can make you very intoxicated and potentially sick.


Or do it have you stuck with soft dick and can't fuck? Hold up
Xzibit points out that the drink can also have negative side effects, such as causing sexual dysfunction and impotence.


Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Xzibit instructs the two white men to chew up the shrooms and then quickly swallow them, followed by a chaser of orange juice to mask the taste.


Vitamin C chase, kill the taste
The orange juice helps to mask the unpleasant taste of the shrooms and introduces Vitamin C into the body.


You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face
Despite the orange juice chaser, Xzibit still makes a face of disgust due to the unpleasant taste of the shrooms.


Don't get it twisted like a nigga coked up
Xzibit cautions the white men not to get too excited or hyped up like someone who has taken cocaine.


And druggied down, see Cannabis and mushrooms
Xzibit acknowledges that the night ahead will involve the use of drugs, such as cannabis and mushrooms.


Be coming from the ground, all natural
Xzibit points out that cannabis and mushrooms are naturally occurring substances that come from the ground.


Post it at the club, looking funny-style
Once they arrive at the club, Xzibit and his friends observe that some people are dressed or acting in strange ways.


Tight slack, pimp feather hat, where the bitches at?
Xzibit notices someone wearing tight pants, carrying a feathered hat and looking for women to talk to.


Yeah we giving orders at the bar holding money
Xzibit and his friends feel powerful and influential as they spend money at the bar and feel in control of the night's events.


When all of a sudden all the people started looking funny
Suddenly, Xzibit and his friends begin to notice that everyone around them looks different and somehow distorted.


And started lookin' runny and liquify
People around them seem to be melting or fading away, as if they are made of liquid or thin air.


Right before my very eye
Xzibit is witnessing a major hallucination in real-time.


This a different kind of high
Xzibit realizes that the shrooms have caused a particularly intense and unique high, unlike any he's experienced before.


(Oh shit, you see this shit
One of the white men exclaims in amazement at the hallucinatory visuals they are witnessing.


These motherfuckers is melting and shit)
The white man observes that people around them appear to be disintegrating or melting away.


Niggas and bitches walkin' by that I recognize
Xzibit spots people he knows walking by, but they too appear distorted and runny in his vision.


Feeling hypnotized
Xzibit feels entranced and hypnotized by the intense hallucinations and sensory overload he's experiencing.


Pupils dialated, changing size
Xzibit observes that his pupils have expanded and changed size due to the effects of the shrooms.


That's when I heard the battle cries from across the room
Xzibit hears a commotion and disturbance from the other side of the club.


Set these crooked niggas straight
Xzibit decides to intervene and take action against anyone causing trouble or being disrespectful.


Likwit Crew, activate
Xzibit is part of the Likwit Crew, a group of rappers and musicians he is associated with, and they join forces to confront the troublemakers.


Form of, a bunch of wild niggas mashing you
Xzibit and his crew organize themselves into a group of aggressive and unruly men who are ready to fight.


Came crashing through
Xzibit and his crew burst through the crowd to confront the troublemakers.


Elbows and right hooks for you
Xzibit and his friends use physical force to push back against anyone causing trouble.


We got thrown out by this time my shit is blown out
After the altercation, Xzibit and his friends are kicked out of the club, and Xzibit is feeling completely intoxicated and overwhelmed.


Pull the phone out acceleration and we bone out
Xzibit and his friends quickly leave the scene, getting into a car and speeding off, trying to escape any further consequence or danger.


In the zone out beyond Captain Kurk and Klingon
After the intense night, Xzibit feels completely out of sorts and ungrounded, disconnected from any sense of normal reality.


Shit that I'm on be high powered like a Yukon
Xzibit acknowledges that the shrooms and other substances he's taken are very potent and powerful, like a high-performance car (Yukon).


Back to my house, fucked up, tryna see straight
Xzibit and his friends make it back to Xzibit's house, but are so intoxicated that they're struggling to maintain a coherent perception of the world around them.


How much of that bullshit did I actually take? (Two grams dude)
Xzibit questions how much of the shrooms and other drugs he's taken, and his friend informs him that he consumed two grams.


God damn, no wonder why I feel like a underneath
Xzibit is shocked by how much he's consumed and is now feeling completely overwhelmed and disoriented.


Told the white boy 'Faggot, we got beef.'
Xzibit angrily confronts one of the white men from earlier in the night, accusing him of causing trouble or being disrespectful.


Over did it holmes
Xzibit realizes that he went overboard with the drugs and alcohol, and is now paying the price for his indulgence.


Niggas playin' bones in the living room
Xzibit's friends are playing dice (bones) in his living room, still trying to find something to do in their heavily intoxicated state.


Restless, tryna find anything to mess with
The group is feeling bored and restless, and is looking for something to distract themselves with.


Where my keys at?
Xzibit realizes that he's misplaced his keys and begins to search for them.


Pickin' up clothes, trying to fold the shit
Xzibit tries to tidy up his house by picking up clothes and folding them, but he's too intoxicated to do it properly.


See my riot gage on the wall, better unload the shit
Xzibit notices a weapon (riot gage) on his wall and realizes that he should unload it and make sure it's safe.


Fucked up niggas and firearms don't mix right
Xzibit recognizes that having firearms around when you're heavily intoxicated is a dangerous combination.


Cocked back the chamber, dumping shells 'til it felt light
Xzibit begins to unload the gun, firing off shots until he feels that the chamber is empty.


Thought I dumped them all, counted to seven
Xzibit thinks he's fired off all the shots, but decides to double-check by counting the empty shells.


But it was eight, straight
Xzibit realizes that he'd missed one and that the gun still had an extra shot in it.


I'm gone point the barrel at the floor, let it go
To err on the side of safety, Xzibit decides to point the gun at the floor and just let the bullet loose.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALVIN N. JOINER, ANTHONY D. WHEATON

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