BIZZY BONE LYRICS - Fried Day

"Fried Day"



[lighter clicking in the background]

Now this is what I'm 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

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[chorus repeat 2x]

[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 liqueur

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 well that's what my sister said God said

Gonna get ya f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up

When you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut

The f**k up

No stress though indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can

think of

Some more

Oh 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

wouldn't it couldn't it be heaven sent

We have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday

Of the month

And your humbly invited were truly humbly united

Enemies and all of y'all hate on when I get my

Fade on

I'm so high



[chorus same as first]



[second verse]

On new year smocking the potent Buddha (Buddha)

They ain't nothing like that Buddha loving 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 lonely weed wont

Leave us

Not like these fake niggas that deceive us

All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it

Seedless

Life ain't easy put it on easy but we still

Breathing

Taking a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to

Heaven

Chocking with my breezy

That herbal healing

And don't ya wanna feel that feeling and don't you wanna

Spend your scrilla

And giving the weed to the killers niggas forget why they

Killing (hell ya)

I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin

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 talking till we love that love that

That

Don't legalize cause 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 ain't all were it ain't all and it ain't all and

It ain't all good

I started at eleven stealing 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 shouldn't be rolling

Living on green leaves that will make your heart

Bleed

Just go and let me split up the weed and be silent

And sober

No jocking when the neighbors door is open you want to

Come over

We smocking toking and now we chocking toking and then we chocking

Chocking chocking

Chocking chocking chocking chocking chocking

I'm so high



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