| And this is for the weed heads and this is for the
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| Weedheads
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| Get a bag of dope in a quarter o
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| So who want a bag who want a bag
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| You want a bag you want a bag
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| You got a bag so send em out the door to the liqueur
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| Store
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| Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll
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| Alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
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| Some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for
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| My people
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| And though I know that weed will even out your debt
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| Love everything green well that’s what my sister said God said
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| Gonna get ya f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up
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| When you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut
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| The f**k up
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| No stress though indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can
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| think of
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| Some more
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| Oh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come
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| Around on Friday
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| Toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
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| As the reefer help me see more everyday
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| wouldn’t it couldn’t it be heaven sent
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| We have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday
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| Of the month
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| And your humbly invited were truly humbly united
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| Enemies and all of y’all hate on when I get my
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| Fade on
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| I’m so high
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| On new year smocking the potent Buddha (Buddha)
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| They ain’t nothing like that Buddha loving bomb shit
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| Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
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| Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva
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| Heave her (nigga)
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| You better believe us even when we lonely weed wont
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| Leave us
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| Not like these fake niggas that deceive us
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| All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it
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| Seedless
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| Life ain’t easy put it on easy but we still
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| Breathing
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| Taking a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
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| Heaven
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| Chocking with my breezy
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| That herbal healing
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| And don’t ya wanna feel that feeling and don’t you wanna
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| Spend your scrilla
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| And giving the weed to the killers niggas forget why they
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| Killing (hell ya)
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| I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin
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| Wit pills
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| Nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off
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| The ecstasy
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| So to the realers mysterious and ??
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| Thug that talking till we love that love that
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| That
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| Don’t legalize cause they know we can
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| Gettin high just to get by
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| Through all the suicides and homicides
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| And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
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| And chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood
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| And it would rain
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| And it ain’t all were it ain’t all and it ain’t all and
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| It ain’t all good
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| I started at eleven stealing weed from coppers
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| And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
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| Reefer
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| Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
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| Boys
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| Niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight
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| Joints tight joints
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| My shit is swollen you shouldn’t be rolling
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| Living on green leaves that will make your heart
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| Bleed
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| Just go and let me split up the weed and be silent
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| And sober
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| No jocking when the neighbors door is open you want to
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| Come over
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| We smocking toking and now we chocking toking and then we chocking
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| Chocking chocking
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| Chocking chocking chocking chocking chocking
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| I’m so high |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fried Day, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song The Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп