Fried Day

(专辑： For Smokers Only - 2011)

Now this is what I'm talking about, baby, haha
And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O

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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O

Why don't we legalize reefer leaves and nines?
Some of them say we evil
Little something, something for my people
And though I know that weed'll even out your day
Love everything green, well that's what Nas used to say God say
Gonna get ya fucked up, wanna get ya fucked up
When you take one hit that'll make you hush up
Nigga, shut the fuck up
No stems, no indo and chronic
Hydro, Thai stick and I can think of some more, oh yes
Time to smoke sess, oh
I know high day come around on Friday
Pour up our Deebo, yes and we pray
That the reefer help me see more everyday
Wouldn't it, couldn't it be Heaven-sent?
One hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the month
And you're humbly invited, we're truly humbly united
Enemies and all of y'all, hate on when I get my fade on
I'm so 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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O

In Booyah, smoking the potent Buddha, Buddha
It ain't nothing like that Buddha lover bomb shit
Fat enough that it'll make me move ya, sooth ya
Reefer creeper, seeping in my sneakers
Seeping in miss Shiva, heave her, nigga
You better believe us
Even when we lonely, weed won't leave us
Not like these fake niggas that deceive us
All day the weed man dizzy and he be calling when it's seedless
Life ain't easy, put it on Eazy, but we still breathing
Taking a hit of the reefer, sending me straight to Heaven
Choking with my breezy, that herbal healing
Don't you wanna feel that feelin'?
Don't you wanna spend your scrilla?
And giving the weed to the killas
Making 'em forget why they killing, hell yeah
I heard they heard, they heard they out here fucking with pills
Nigga, 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)
Selling me skunk (Skunk)
Out of me trunk (Trunk)
Sure 'nough, sure 'nough, sure 'nough, sure 'nough

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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O

Talk that talk until we tote that, love that, that
Don't legalize 'cause they know we can groove
Getting high just to get by
Through all the suicides and homicides and genocides
And drive-bys, walk-bys gonna multiply
And chalk lines all the time in the H, double-O, D: hood
And the wood grain, and it ain't all
Where it ain't all, when it ain't all, when it ain't all good
Started at eleven, stealing weed from poppa's keeper
And even though you beat us, I got to thank you for the reefer
Never mess with white girls, but I roll with white boys
Niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints, tight joints
My shit is swollen, you shouldn't be rolling
Never no green leaves, it'll make your heart bleed for the morning
Just go on and let me split up the weed and silently sober
No joking, when the neighbor's door's open, you want to come over
We smoking, smoking, and now we toking, toking
And then we choking, choking, choking, choking
Choking, choking, choking, choking
I'm so 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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O