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Fried Day Lyrics - Artist : Bizzy Bone
Now this is what I'm talking about, baby, haha
And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads Get a bag of dope and a quarter O And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O Why don't we legalize reefer leaves and nines? Some of them say we evil Little somethin', somethin' for my people And though I know that weed'll even out your day Love everything green, well that's what Nas used to say God say Gonna get ya fucked up, wanna get ya fucked up When you take one hit that'll make you hush up Nigga, shut the fuck up No stems, no indo and chronic Hydro, Thai stick and I can think of some more, oh yes Time to smoke sess, oh I know high day come around on Friday Pour up our Deebo, yes and we pray That the reefer help me see more everyday Wouldn't it, couldn't it be Heaven-sent? One hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the month And you're humbly invited, we're truly humbly united Enemies and all of y'all, hate on when I get my fade on I'm so 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O In Booyah, smokin' the potent Buddha, Buddha It ain't nothin' like that Buddha lover bomb shit Fat enough that it'll make me move ya, sooth ya Reefer creeper, seepin' in my sneakers Seepin' in miss Shiva, heave her, nigga You better believe us Even when we lonely, weed won't leave us Not like these fake niggas that deceive us All day the weed man dizzy and he be callin' when it's seedless Life ain't 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' Don't you wanna feel that feelin'? Don't you wanna spend your scrilla? And givin' the weed to the killas Makin' 'em forget why they killin', hell yeah 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 pass the rush Off a box (A box) Sellin' me skunk (Skunk) Out of me trunk (Trunk) Sure 'nough, sure 'nough, sure 'nough, sure 'nough 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O Talk that talk until we tote that, love that, that Don't legalize 'cause they know we can groove Gettin' high just to get by Through all the suicides and homicides and genocides And drive-bys, walk-bys gonna multiply And chalk lines all the time in the H, double-O, D: hood And the wood grain, and it ain't all Where it ain't all, when it ain't all, when it ain't all good Started at eleven, stealin' weed from poppa's keeper And even though you beat us, I got to thank you for the reefer Never mess with white girls, but I roll with white boys Niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints, tight joints My shit is swollen, you shouldn't be rollin' Never no green leaves, it'll make your heart bleed for the mornin' Just go on and let me split up the weed and silently sober No jokin', when the neighbor's door's open, you want to come over We smokin', smokin', and now we tokin', tokin' And then we chokin', chokin', chokin', chokin' Chokin', chokin', chokin', chokin' I'm so 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope and a quarter O |
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