Fried Day Lyrics - The Gift - Bizzy Bone

Now this is what I'm talking about baby 

[Repeat: x2] 

And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads 

Get a bag of dope 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 dope 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 weed will even out your debt 

Love everything green roll blunts from boxes of cigars said 

Gonna get ya fucked up want to get ya fucked up 

When you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck 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 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 lonely weed won't 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 want to feel that feelin and don't you want to 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 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 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 shouldn't 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]