歌曲 | Fried Day |
歌手 | Bizzy Bone |
专辑 | The Gift |
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) |
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 |