Bizzy Bone: Fried day

[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 theWeedheadsGet 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 bagYou want a bag you want a bagYou got a bag so send em out the door to the liquerStoreGet a bag of dope and a quarter roll[first verse]Alright homies legalize reefer leaves and ninesSome of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin forMy peopleAnd though I know that weed will even out your debtLove everything green (??)Gonna get ya f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked upWhen you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shutThe f**k upNo stress though indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I canthink ofSome moreOhh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day comeAround on fridayToke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we prayAs the reefer help me see more everyday(??)We have one hell of a superstar bowl every first fridayOf the monthAnd your humbily invited were truly humbly unitedEnemies and all of y'all hate on when I get myFade onI'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 shitFat enough that it will make me move ya sooth yaReefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shivaHeave her (nigga)You better believe us even when we lonly weed wontLeave usNot like these fake niggas that decieve usAll day the weed man dizzy we be better make itSeedlessLife ain't easy put it on eazy but we stillBreathinTakin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight toHeavenChokin with my breezyThat herbal healinAnd don't ya wanna feel that feelin and don't you wannaSpend your scrillaAnd givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why theyKillin (hell ya)I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kinWit pillsNigga those chemicals will make you ill so get offThe ecstasySo to the realers mysterious and ??[chorus same as first][verse three]Thug that talkin till we love that love thatThatDont legalize cuz they know we canGettin high just to get byThrough all the suicides and homicidesAnd genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiplyAnd chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hoodAnd it would rainAnd it ain't all were it ain't all and it ain't all andIt ain't all goodI started at eleven stealin weed from coppersAnd even though you beat us I gotta thank you for theReeferNeva mess with white girls but I roll those whiteBoysNiggas come out the pen and they roll some tightJoints tight jointsMy shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollinLivin on green leaves that will make your heartBleedJust go and let me split up the weed and be silentAnd soberNo jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want toCome overWe smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokinChokin chokinChokin chokin chokin chokin chokinI'm so high[chorus repeat til end]