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    "Fried Day" Lyrics

    Bizzy Bone

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    Now this is what I'm talking about baby(inhaling)

    And this is for the weed heads and this is for the
    Get a bag of dope in a quarter o

    (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
    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 fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
    When you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut
    The fuck up
    No stress though 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
    would've it could've 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 ain't 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 lonly weed wont
    Leave us
    Not like these fake niggas that decieve us
    All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it
    Life ain't easy put it on eazy but we still
    Takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
    Chokin with my breezy
    That herbal healin
    And don't ya wanna feel that feelin and don't 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 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)
    Thug that talkin till we love that love that
    Dont legalize cuz 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 stealin weed from coppers
    And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
    Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
    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
    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)
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Dime and Fletch for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Charles Scruggs, James Thomas, Michael Powell, Michael J. Powell, Steven Howse.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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