Fried Day by Bizzy Bone from the "Next Friday" Soundtrack

Bizzy
This is what I'm talkin about.....
.And this is for the weedheads, and this is for the weedheads (Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll), and this is for the weedheads (Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll).
Chorus
So, who wanna bag, who wanna bag?You wanna bag, you gotta bag, sold. Send em out the door to the liquor store (Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll) So, who wanna bag, who wanna bag? You gotta bag, you gotta bag; sold. Send em out the door to the liqour store (Wanna get high, get high). So who wanna bag wanna bag? You gotta bag, you gotta bag; sold. Send em out the door to the liqour store.

Why don't we legalize reefer leaves and dime, some of them say weed evil, lil somethin, somethin for my people and I kno their real, even as your dead. "Love everything green", that's what my sister said God said. Gonna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up. We take one hit that'll make ya hush up, nigga shut the fuck up. Nostezno, indo, and chronic, hydro, stinky and I can think of some more. Oh, yes, time to smoke special. I kno high day come on fridy, parole for Deebo, yes and we pray that the reefer help me see mo everyday. Wouldnt it, wouldnt it be heaven sent one helluva superstar ball, every first friday of the month, and your humbly invited we're truly humbly united. Enemies and all 'yall hate on when I get my fade on...I'm so high

Oh yea, smokin the potent buddah, buddah it aint nothin like the buddah love of Bone shit. Buddah gonna make me move ya, sooth ya, reefer creepa sleepin in my sneakers, seepin in my sheeva, heeva (heeva). Nigga, you better believe us, when I'm lonely weed won't leave us, not like these fake niggas that decieve us. All day the weedman, Bizzy need me, callin 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 breezin. That herbal healin, don't cha wanna feel that feelin, don't cha wanna spend your skrilla, and give all the weed to the killaz, make them forget why they killin, hell yea. I heard they, heard they, heard they out there fuckin with pills. Nigga those chemicals'll make you ill. So get off the ecxtasy go to the realla, mysterious and has the rush. Now a box, a box of blunts'll skunk ya in the trunk, sho nuff sho nuff.....

(....?....) kno that that that, don't leagalize cuz they know we can roll. Gettin high jus to get by, through all the sucides, and homocides, and genocides and drive-bys, walk-bys' gonna multiply and chalk lines all the time in the H-double O-D hood. Never woodgrain, an it ain't all, where it ain't all, when it ain't all good. Saw that eleven, stealin weed from coppers, and even though ya beat us, I gots ta thank you for the reefer. Never mess with white girls, but I roll with white boys, niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints (tight joints). My shit is swollen, you shouldn't be rollin, livin on green leaves it'll make your heart bleed (for the moment). (?) let me set up the weed and silently sober, no jokin, when my neighbors door's open, "You wanna come over?" We smokin smokin, and now we chokin chokin, and then we chokin, chokin....I'm so high.