Fried Day

歌詞

(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 in a quarter o (first verse) Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time some of them say weed evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people and though I know that weed will even out your day love everything green well that's what my sister said god said gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up will you take one hit that'll make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up No stems no, indo and chronic hydro that stinkin' and I can think of some more ohh yes time to smoke sesso I know high day come around on fried day foreva deep boy yes then we pray as the reefer help me see more everyday would've it could've it be heaven sent one hell of a superstar ball 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) it'll rule ya 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 i'm lonly weed wont leave us not like these fake niggas that decieve us all day the weed man bizzy need the chronic when it's 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 come to the realers mysterious and pass the rush of a box of blunts, a sack of skunk and your endin' up in the coffin (sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff) (chorus)(same as first) (verse three) toke that toke untill we love that love that that dont legalize cuz they know we can roll 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 kreeper 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 for the moment 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 smokin and now we tokin tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin I'm so high (chorus)(repeat til end)