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Fried Day

(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 liquor store

get a bag a dope in a quarter o(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 thats what ma sister said God said

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 stems no, 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

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 humbily 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 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 lonely 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 '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 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 neighbors 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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