Fried Day

And this is for the weed-heads, this is for the weed-heads
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

Why don't we legalize reefer leaves and nines?
Some of them say we evil
Little somethin'-somethin' for my people
And though I know that weed'll even-out your day
Love everything green, well, that's what Nas used to say God say
Gonna get ya fucked-up, wanna get ya fucked-up
When you take one hit, that'll make you hush-up
Nigga, shut the fuck up
No stems, no
Indo and chronic
Hydro, Thai Stick and I can think of some more, oh, yeah

Time to smoke sess, oh
I know high-day come around on Friday
Pour up our Deebo, yes, and we pray that the reefer help me see more everyday
Now, wouldn't it-couldn't it be Heaven-sent?
One hell of a superstar bowl
Every first Friday of the month, and you're humbly invited
We're truly humbly united
Enemies and all o' y'all, hate-on while I get my fade on, I'm so 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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

In Booyah, smokin' the potent Buddha-Buddha
It ain't nothin' like that Buddha lova'-bomb shit
Fat enough that it'll make me move ya, soothe ya
Reefa', creepa', seepin' in my sneakers
Seepin' in me Shiva, heave her, nigga
You betta' believe us

Even when we lonely, weed won't leave us
Not like these fake niggas that deceive us
All day, the weed-man busy, and he be callin' when it's seedless
Life ain't easy, put it on Eazy, but we still breathin'
Takin' a hit of the reefa', sendin' me straight to Heaven
Chokin' with my breezy, that herbal healin'
Don't you wanna feel that feelin'?
Don't you wanna spend your skrilla'?
And givin' the weed to the killa's
Makin' 'em forget why they killin', hell yeah
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 realest, mysterious and pass the rush
Off a box (a box), sellin' me skunk (skunk)
Out of me trunk (trunk)
Sho' 'nough, sho' 'nough, sho' 'nough, sho' 'nough

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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

Talk that talk until we toke that, love that-that
Don't legalize, 'cause they know we can grow
Gettin' high just to get-by
Through all the suicides and homicides and genocides
And drive-by's, walk-by's gonna multiply
And chalk lines all the time in the H-double-O-D, hood
And the wood grain, and it ain't all
Where it ain't all, when it ain't all, when it ain't all good
Started at eleven, stealin' weed from papa's keeper
And even though you beat us, I got to thank you for the reefer
Never mess with white hoes, but I roll wit' white boys
Niggas come out the pen' and they roll some tight joints, tight joints
My shit is swollen, you shouldn't be rollin'
Neva' no green leaves, it'll make your heart bleed for the moment
Just go on and let me split-up the weed and silently sober
No jokin', when the neighbor's door's open, you wanna 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

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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)

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 o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)
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 do' to the liquor sto'
(Get a bag o' dope and a quarter-o, oh-oh)