Fried E-40 (Ft. Marty James & Tech N9ne)

[Chorus: E-40 & Marty James]
OOOUH!
I’m so high, so high, think I can fly (Touch the sky)
'Bout my bread, so damn thowed, touched in the head
Man, I’m fried! (Fried)
I’m gettin' lit tonight, got kush and a half a pint
Man, I’m fried! (Fried)
I’m down and high, I'ma put it on a bitch tonight
Man, I’m fried! (Fried)
Burnt (Fried), twisted (Fried)
Out there (Fried), finished (Fried)
Through (Fried), gone (Fried)
Zapped (Fried), stoned (Fried)
Burnt (Fried), twisted (Fried)
Out there (Fried), finished (Fried)
Through (Fried), gone (Fried)
Zapped (Fried), stoned (Fried)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Tonight I’m 'bout to be sloppy, outta my mind and my body
Mayne, I'ma find me a hottie, up in the club in the party
I’m off this Landy and proper, she off that rum and Bacardi
Lil mami freaky and naughty, body like Buffie the Body
Say girl, my money ain’t trippin', baby, but I don’t be trickin'
In the Bay where I stay we be all up into that pimpin'
She want me to wife her but I don’t love her, I like her
And not only that, but I got two just like her
I’m a baller, a grinder, a whale, a top hat, a timer for real
Clout and big clientele, you could tell that I'm 'bout my mail
Wipin' the sweat off my face with a bill
A fixture up out of Vallejo
On a major scale, gettin' gouda and havin' scrill (BIATCH!)