الأغاني: Bizzy Bone. The Gift. Fried Day.

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[lighter clicking in the background]
Now this is what I'm 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
[repeat 2x]

[chorus repeat 2x]
[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 f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up
When you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut
The f**k 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 y'all 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 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 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 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 wanna feel that feelin and don't 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 f**kin
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 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 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]