Bizzy Bone - Fried Day скачать mp3

[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 [repeat 2x] [chorus repeat 2x] [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 f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up When you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga 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 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 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 niggas forget why they Killin (hell ya) I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin 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 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 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