Fried Day Lyrics
| Song | Fried Day |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | The Gift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bizzy Bone | |
| (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 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 (???) | |
| 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 | |
| (???) | |
| 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) |
| zuo qu : Bizzy Bone | |
| 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 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 ??? | |
| 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 | |
| ??? | |
| 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 hdoubleod 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Bizzy Bone | |
| 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 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 ??? | |
| 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 | |
| ??? | |
| 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 hdoubleod 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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