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Fried Day

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Fried Day

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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

[Refrão]

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 roll

[Primeiro verso]

Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time

some of them say weed evil little somethin' somethin' for my people

and tho I know that weed'll even out your day

love everything green well that's what my sister say God said

Gonna get you fucked up wanna get you fucked

only take one hit that'll make ya hush up nigga shut the fuck up

No stress no indo and chronic, hydro, thai stick and I can think of some more oh yes

Time to smoke sess oh I know I didn't come around on friday but roll four deep oh yes and we pray

Let the reefer help me see more everyday

Wouldn't it couldn't it be heaven sent one hell of a superstar ball every first friday of the month/ And your humbly invited we're truely humbly united

Enemies and all of yall hate on while I get my fade on/ I'm so high

[Refrão]

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 roll

[Segundo verso]

I knew ya smokin' the potent buddah huddah

It ain't nothin' like that buddah lover bomb shit

Thug it off It'll make me move ya soothe ya reefer

Creep up sleepin in my sneakers seepin' in me Sheeba heava

Nigga ya better believe us/ yo when I'm lonely weed won't leave us

Not like these fake niggas that decieve us

All day the weed man visit me babe callin when it's seedless life ain't easy put it on Eazy (Eazy)

Yeah sess but we still breathin takin' a hit of the reefer sendin' me straight to heaven Chokin' with my priis and that herbal healin

And don't ya wanna feel that feelin' don't ya wanna spend your skrilla

And give all the weed to the killas make 'em forget why they killin' hell yeah

I heard they heard they heard they out there fuckin' with pills

Nigga those chemicals'll make you ill so get off the ecstasy go to the realest

Mysterious and pass the rush off a box of blunts a skunk the skunk put it in the trunk (Sho nuff, sho nuff)

[Refrão]

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 roll

[Terceiro verso]

Love that tocin' till we toe tagged

Known that that don't legalize cause they know we can roll

Gettin high just to get by/ through all the suicides and homicides and genocides and drive by's walk by's gonna multiply and chalk lines all the time in the H-double-O-D hood

Never would rain and it ain't all where it ain't all when it ain't all and it ain't all good

Started at eleven stealin weed from papas creeper

And even though you greet us I gots to thank you for the reefer (Damn)

Never mess with white girl but I roll with white boys niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints (Tight joints)

My shit is foldin you shouldn't be rollin' never no green leaves

It'll make your heart bleed for the moment just potent

Let me split up the weed and silently sober no jokin' when the neighbors doors open you wanna come over?

We smokin' smokin' and now we chokin' tokin' and then we chokin' chokin (I'm so high)

[Refrão]

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 roll

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