Fried Day lyrics
by 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 weedheadsget 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 bagyou want a bag you want a bagyou got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer storeget a bag a dope in a quarter o(first verse)alright homies legalize reefer leaves and ninessome of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my peopleand though I know that weed will even out your debtlove everything green (???)gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked upwhen you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up(?)indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some moreohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on fridaytoke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we prayas the reefer help me see more everydaywouldn't it wouldn't it be heaven sentwe have one hell of a superstar bowl every first friday of the monthand your humbily invited were truly humbly unitedenemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my fade onI'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 shitfat enough that it will make me move ya sooth yareefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)you better believe us even when we lonly weed wont leave usnot like these fake niggas that decieve usall day the weed man dizzy we be better make it seedlesslife aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathintakin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to heavenchokin with my breezythat herbal healinand dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrillaand givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin wit pillsnigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasyso to the realers mysterious and (???)(chorus)(same as first)(verse three)thug that talkin till we love that love that thatdont legalize 'cause they know we cangettin high just to get by through all the suicides and homicides and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiplyand chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rainand it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it aint all goodI started at eleven stealin weed from coppers and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reeferneva mess with white girls but I roll those white boys niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight jointsmy shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollinlivin on green leaves that will make your heart bleedjust go and let me split up the weed and be silent and soberno jokin when the neighbors door is open you want to come overwe smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin chokinI'm so high(chorus)(repeat til end)