Fried Day Bizzy Bone

[Intro]
Now this is what I'm talking about, baby, haha
And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O
And this is for the weed heads, and this is for the weed heads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O

[Chorus]
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 and a quarter O
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 and a quarter O
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 and a quarter O
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 and a quarter O

[Verse 1]
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 yes
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
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 of y'all, hate on when I get my fade on
I'm so high