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Viewing Lyrics for Fried Day:
| | | Artist: | Bizzy Bone |
| | Album: | The Gift | | Track: | Fried Day | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 4 | | | | Lyrics: | (lighter clicking in the background)
Now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling)
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the
Weedheads
Get a bag of dope in a
quarter o
(repeat2x)
(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in
background "wanna get
High get high")
So who want a bag who want a bag
You
want a bag you want a bag
You got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer
Store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll
(first verse)
Alright homies legalize reefer
leaves and nines
Some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for
My people
And
though i know that weed will even out your debt
Love everything green (???)
Gonna get ya
fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
When you take one hit then i make you hush up nigga shut
The fuck up
No stress though indo and chronic hydro and skunk and i can think of
Some
more
Ohh yeah time to smoke said so i know high day come
Around on friday
Toke the
bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
As the reefer help me see more everyday
(???)
We have one hell of a superstar bowl every first friday
Of the month
And your humbily
invited were truly humbly united
Enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my
Fade
on
I'm so high
(chorus)(same as first)
(second verse)
On new year
smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
They aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
Fat
enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my
shiva
Heave her (nigga)
You better believe us even when we lonly weed wont
Leave
us
Not like these fake niggas that decieve us
All day the weed man dizzy we be better make
it
Seedless
Life aint easy put it on eazy but we still
Breathin
Takin a hit of
the reefer sendin me straight to
Heaven
Chokin with my breezy
That herbal healin
And dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna
Spend your scrilla
And givin the
weed to the killas niggas forget why they
Killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard
they out here fuckin
Wit pills
Nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off
The
ecstasy
So to the realers mysterious and (???)
(chorus)(same as first)
(verse three)
Thug that talkin till we love that love that
That
Dont legalize cuz
they know we can
Gettin high just to get by
Through all the suicides and homicides
And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
And chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d
hood
And it would rain
And it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and
It aint
all good
I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers
And even though you beat us i gotta
thank you for the
Reefer
Neva mess with white girls but i roll those white
Boys
Niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight
Joints tight joints
My shit is swollen
you shouldnt be rollin
Livin on green leaves that will make your heart
Bleed
Just go
and let me split up the weed and be silent
And sober
No jokin when the nieghbers door is
open you want to
Come over
We smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin
Chokin chokin
Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high
(chorus)(repeat
til end) | | | |
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