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BIZZY BONE lyrics : "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

[x2]

[chorus x2]

[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 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 thats 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 ^!$$% shut

The f**k 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
(??)

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 %#@!

Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva
Heave her (^!$$%)

You better believe us even when we lonly weed wont
Leave us
Not like these fake ^!$$%s that decieve us

All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it
Seedless
Life ain't 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 don't ya wanna feel that feelin and don't you wanna

Spend your scrilla
And givin the weed to the killas ^!$$%s forget why they
Killin (hell ya)

I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin
Wit pills
^!$$% 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 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
Reefer

Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
Boys
^!$$%s come out the pen and they roll some tight
Joints tight joints
My %#@! 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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