Fried Day
(专辑: For Smokers Only - 2011)
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 something, something 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, smoking the
potent Buddha, Buddha It ain't nothing like that Buddha lover bomb shit Fat enough that it'll make me move ya, sooth ya Reefer creeper, seeping in my sneakers Seeping 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 calling when it's seedless Life ain't easy, put it on Eazy, but we still breathing Taking a
hit of the
reefer, sending me straight to Heaven Choking with my breezy, that herbal healing Don't you wanna feel that feelin'? Don't you wanna spend your scrilla? And giving the
weed to the
killas Making 'em forget why they killing, hell yeah I
heard they heard, they heard they out here fucking with 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) Selling 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 Getting 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, stealing 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 rolling Never no green leaves, it'll make your heart bleed for the
morning Just go on and let me split up the
weed and silently sober No joking, when the
neighbor's door's open, you want to come over We smoking, smoking, and now we toking, toking And then we choking, choking, choking, choking Choking, choking, choking, choking 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