Fried Day歌词-Bone Thugs N Harmony

Fried Day歌词由Bone Thugs N Harmony演唱，出自专辑《Next Friday》，下面是《Fried Day》完整版歌词！

Fried Day歌词完整版

Lighter clicking in the background

Now this is what I'm talking about baby

Inhaling

And this is for the w**d heads and this is for the

Weedheads

Get a bag of d**e in a quarter o

Repeat2x

Repeat2x

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 d**e in a quarter o

First verse

Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time

Some of them say w**d evil a little sumthin sumthin for

My people

And though I know that w**d will even out your day

Love everything green well that's what my sister said god said

Gonna get ya f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up

Will you take one hit that'll make you hush up n***a shut

The f**k up

No stems no indo and chronic hydro that stinkin' and I can think of

Some more

Ohh yes time to smoke sesso I know high day come

Around on fried day

Foreva deep boy yes then we pray

As the reefer help me see more everyday

Would've it could've it be heaven sent

One hell of a superstar ball 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

Same as first

Second verse

It'll rule ya smokin the potent buddha

Buddha

They ain't nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb s**t

Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya

Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva

Heave her

N***a

You better believe us even when I'm lonly w**d won't

Leave us

Not like these fake n***as that decieve us

All day the w**d man bizzy need the chronic when it's

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 w**d to the killas n***as forget why they

Killin

Hell ya

I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin

Wit pills

N***a those chemicals will make you ill so get off

The ecstasy

So come to the realers mysterious and pass the rush of a box of blunts

A sack of skunk and your endin' up in the coffin

Sure 'nuff sure 'nuff

Same as first

Toke that toke untill we love that love that

That

Don't legalize cuz they know we can roll

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 w**d from coppers kreeper

And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the

Reefer

Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white

Boys

N***as come out the pen and they roll some tight

Joints tight joints

My s**t is swollen you shouldn't be rollin

Livin on green leaves that will make your heart

Bleed for the moment

Just go and let me split up the w**d and be silent

And sober

No jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to

Come over

We smokin smokin and now we tokin tokin and then we chokin

Chokin chokin

Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin

I'm so high

Repeat 'til end