Half - Baked Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Noreaga

We just gon get fuckin high 

We ain't got nothing to do it's friday 

We ain't no job 

All my niggaz get ya weed 

Go get all ya phillies 

No white owls go get them dutchies 

And shit like that 

And lets get high on this one 

And all niggaz get drunk too 

Cause I get drunk too 

I'm a drunk man 

Thats right, know what I mean? 

Who got that liqour 

Lets get fuckkkkkkkedddd up!!! 

Chorus: noreaga (repeat 2x) 

Smoke weed nigga and let me see y'all smoke 

And get high nigga and let me hear y'all choke 

And drink some hennesay nigga 

And you can mix it with coke 

I hit the bar up with cream and wont leave till I'm broke 

--=={1st verse}==-- 

Aiyyo I'm half baked 

Half of my brain done baked 

Married to marijuana, yo she got a fat ass 

But know I fuck with her sister 

Yo her name black hash 

We have menaj in the car kid and still don't crash 

Cousin heineken had me flipping and dippin 

I hate that bitch but you I'm still sippin 

I'm in corona now 

I fuck with ayo I fuck with hennea seya and theresa 

Flew us out of town kid, charge it to the visa 

We all drunk up fucked up and smoked out too 

Sometimes I get so high I think I do kung-fu 

Straight sneeze on niggaz 

Like ha-choo, disrespect they food 

Thought I told em I'm rude 

Coke head niggaz try to sober up in the new 

I went to philly smoked weed with red and meth 

It was phillie after phillie then still acting silly then 

Last phillie wasnt even in philly 

Chorus 

Bridge: noreaga 

Do the drunk man nigga 

Do the drunk man 

Do the drunk man nigga 

Do the drunk man 

Do the drunk man nigga 

Do the drunk man 

Do the drunk man nigga 

Do the drunk man 

--=={2nd verse}==-- 

I guess I explain 

Smoke green straight to the brain 

Marijuana ain't a drug it's just like your chick 

You gotta understand it 

Then fuck your bitch, fuck whatever else nigga, just fuck the bitch 

I get real nice 

While y'all niggaz fuck with detox 

I smoke weed on my way to the weed spot 

Wassup y'all ain't nothing wrong with that 

I rather you smoke on weed than smoke on gats 

I ain't a role model nigga but I model my raps 

If I could do it all over still live in iraq 

I probably come back and try to save my man killa black 

I save my bloody money kid and bring it to laundromats 

Get high 

Chill high 

Real high 

I make the judge and jury just comply with i 

Get right up in ya business nigga like I was a private eye 

Fbi 

Chorus 

Bridge