Fried Day (Remaster)-Bizzy Bone

Now this is what I'm talking about baby [Repeat: x2] And this is for the w**d heads and this is for the weedheads Get a bag of d**e and a quarter o [Chorus: x2] So who want a bag who want a bag You want a bag you want a bag you got a bag (want to get high get high) So send 'em out the door to the liquor store Get a bag of d**e in a quarter o (want to get high get high) 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 w**d will even out your debt Love everything green roll blunts from boxes of cigars said Gonna get ya f**ked up want to get ya f**ked up When you take one hit then I make you hush up ni**a shut the f**k up No stems no 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 woulda me coulda me be Heaven sent 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] On new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha) There ain't nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb sh*t Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (ni**a) you Better believe us even when we lonely w**d won't leave us Not like these fake niggas that decieve us All day the w**d 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 want to feel that feelin and don't you want to spend your scrilla And givin the w**d to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya) I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin wit pills Ni**a those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy So to the realers mysterious and pass the rush Off a box (a box) sellin me skunk (skunk) out of me trunk (trunk) Show nuff show nuff show nuff show nuff [Chorus] Thug that talkin till we love that love that that Don't legalize 'cause 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 w**d 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 sh*t is swollen you shouldn't be rollin Livin on green leaves that will make your heart bleed Just go and let me split up the w**d 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]