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Fried Day (Explicit)

Bizzy Bone
2010-11-304:33 minSynced lyrics

"Fried Day (Explicit)" is a song by Bizzy Bone, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:33 long and contains 99 lines and 632 words.

Lyrics

0:00Lighter clicking in the background
0:00Now this is what I'm talking about baby
0:02Inhaling
0:05And this is for the w**d heads and this is for the
0:07Weedheads
0:07Get a bag of d**e in a quarter o
0:12Repeat2x
0:14Repeat2x
0:14Second and fourth time at end in background wanna get
0:18High get high
0:18So who want a bag who want a bag
0:21You want a bag you want a bag
0:31You got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer
0:33Store
0:34Get a bag of d**e in a quarter o
0:40First verse
0:40Oh why don't we legalize reefer leaves in time
0:44Some of them say w**d evil a little sumthin sumthin for
0:47My people
0:48And though I know that w**d will even out your day
0:51Love everything green well that's what my sister said god said
0:54Gonna get ya f**ked up wanna get ya f**ked up
0:57Will you take one hit that'll make you hush up n***a shut
0:59The f**k up
1:00No stems no indo and chronic hydro that stinkin' and I can think of
1:06Some more
1:07Ohh yes time to smoke sesso I know high day come
1:12Around on fried day
1:13Foreva deep boy yes then we pray
1:16As the reefer help me see more everyday
1:19Would've it could've it be heaven sent
1:21One hell of a superstar ball every first Friday
1:24Of the month
1:25And your humbily invited were truly humbly united
1:28Enemies and all of ya'll hate on when I get my
1:31Fade on
1:39I'm so high
1:52Same as first
1:57Second verse
1:59It'll rule ya smokin the potent buddha
2:01Buddha
2:02They ain't nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb s**t
2:04Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
2:07Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva
2:11Heave her
2:11N***a
2:11You better believe us even when I'm lonly w**d won't
2:15Leave us
2:15Not like these fake n***as that decieve us
2:18All day the w**d man bizzy need the chronic when it's
2:21Seedless
2:21Life ain't easy put it on eazy but we still
2:24Breathin
2:25Takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
2:27Heaven
2:27Chokin with my breezy
2:29That herbal healin
2:31And don't ya wanna feel that feelin and don't you wanna
2:33Spend your scrilla
2:34And givin the w**d to the killas n***as forget why they
2:36Killin
2:37Hell ya
2:38I heard they heard they heard they out here f**kin
2:40Wit pills
2:41N***a those chemicals will make you ill so get off
2:43The ecstasy
2:44So come to the realers mysterious and pass the rush of a box of blunts
2:56A sack of skunk and your endin' up in the coffin
3:15Sure 'nuff sure 'nuff
3:16Same as first
3:17Toke that toke untill we love that love that
3:20That
3:21Don't legalize cuz they know we can roll
3:23Gettin high just to get by
3:25Through all the suicides and homicides
3:27And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
3:30And chalk lines in the towns in the h double o d hood
3:32And it would rain
3:33And it ain't all were it ain't all and it ain't all and
3:35It ain't all good
3:36I started at eleven stealin w**d from coppers kreeper
3:39And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
3:42Reefer
3:43Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
3:46Boys
3:46N***as come out the pen and they roll some tight
3:48Joints tight joints
3:49My s**t is swollen you shouldn't be rollin
3:52Livin on green leaves that will make your heart
3:54Bleed for the moment
3:56Just go and let me split up the w**d and be silent
3:58And sober
3:59No jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to
4:01Come over
4:02We smokin smokin and now we tokin tokin and then we chokin
4:12Chokin chokin
4:24Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
4:28I'm so high
4:33Repeat 'til end
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

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