Fried Day Lyrics by Bizzy Bone

Fried Day Lyrics

    (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 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 (???)
    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
    (?)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
    (???)
    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 ya'll 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 lonly 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 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 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 nieghbers 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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