Текст (слова) песни: Bizzy Bone - Fried Day

(*lighter clicking in the background*)
Now this is what I`m talking about baby (*inhaling*)

[repeat 2X]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter o

[Chorus: repeat 2X] (2nd and 4th 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 liquor store
Get a bag of dope in a quarter o

[Bizzy Bone]
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 roll blunts from boxes of cigars said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
no stems no 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 woulda me coulda me be Heaven sent
one hell of a superstar bowl 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

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
on new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
there aint 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 aint 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 dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont 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 fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the realers mysterious and pass the rush
off a box (a box) sellin me skunk (skunk) out of me trunk (trunk)
show nuff show nuff show nuff show nuff

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
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 aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it aint 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 until end

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bizzy Bone - Fried Day (lighter clicking in the background) Now this is what I`m talking about baby (inhaling) [repeat 2X] And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads Get a bag of dope and a quarter o [Chorus: repeat 2X] (2nd and 4th 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 liquor store Get a bag of dope in a quarter o [Bizzy Bone] 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 roll blunts from boxes of cigars said gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up no stems no 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 woulda me coulda me be Heaven sent one hell of a superstar bowl 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 [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] on new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha) there aint 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 aint 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 dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont 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 fuckin wit pills nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy so to the realers mysterious and pass the rush off a box (a box) sellin me skunk (skunk) out of me trunk (trunk) show nuff show nuff show nuff show nuff [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] 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 aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it aint 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 until end Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fried Day: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/22623.html Все тексты песен: Bizzy Bone » Bizzy Bone - Yes Yes Y`all » Bizzy Bone - Waitin for Warfare » Bizzy Bone - Voices in the Head » Bizzy Bone - Schizophrenic » Bizzy Bone - Life Goes On » Bizzy Bone - Voices in My Head » Bizzy Bone - Next Friday Soundtrack » Bizzy Bone - Mr. Majesty II » Bizzy Bone - (The Roof is) On Fire » Bizzy Bone - Thugz Cry » Bizzy Bone - On The Freeway » Bizzy Bone - Died 4 U » Bizzy Bone - Fried Day » Bizzy Bone - My Niggaz » Bizzy Bone - PJ`s Soundtrack » Bizzy Bone - Jesus » Bizzy Bone - Don`t Be Dumb » Bizzy Bone - I Understand » Bizzy Bone - Menensky Mobbin » Bizzy Bone - Social Studies Рекомендуем скачать: » Игорь Лукьянов, Светлана Волкова - Лизка – металлистка » Ирина Аллегрова - Ночные лилии » Игорь Рощин - Леониду Неверову » Иванушки International - Кукла » Иван Кучин - Хозяин » Ирина Просвирякова - О посторонних » Игорь Тальков - Я тебя люблю » Ирина Анциферова - Татьяне Лариной » Ирина Аллегрова - Двадцать раз » Игорь Белый - Марш москвичей » Ирина Аллегрова - Не опоздай » Игорь Саруханов - Серенада моей любви » Иван Конев - Листопад » Игорь Андриенко - Лира » Ирина Анциферова - Отчаявшееся » Инна Маликова - Все, что было » Ирина Аллегрова - Монолог » Игорь Белый - Рок-н-ролл застрявшего лифта » Ирина Аллегрова - Угонщица » Ирина Салтыкова - Мадонна
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