Who Sang Fried Day? Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone The Gift cover art
publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Charles Scruggs, James Thomas, Michael Powell, Michael J. Powell, Steven Howse
release date: 2001-3-20
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Hardcore Hip-Hop/Conscious
length: 4:36
Now this is what I'm talking about baby

[Repeat: x2]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope and a quarter o

[Chorus: x2]
So who want a bag who want a bag
You want a bag you want a bag you got a bag (want to get high get high)
So send 'em out the door to the liquor store
Get a bag of dope in a quarter o (want to get high get high)

Alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
Some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
And though I know that weed will even out your debt
Love everything green roll blunts from boxes of cigars said
Gonna get ya ****ed up want to get ya ****ed up
When you take one hit then I make you hush up ***** shut the **** up
No stems no indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some more ohh
Yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on Friday
Toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
As the reefer help me see more everyday woulda me coulda me be Heaven sent
One hell of a superstar bowl 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


On new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
There ain't nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb ****
Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (*****) you
Better believe us even when we lonely weed won't leave us
Not like these fake *****s that decieve us
All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it 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 want to feel that feelin and don't you want to spend your scrilla
And givin the weed to the killas *****s forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here ****in wit pills
***** those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
So to the realers mysterious and pass the rush
Off a box (a box) sellin me skunk (skunk) out of me trunk (trunk)
Show nuff show nuff show nuff show nuff


Thug that talkin till we love that love that that
Don't legalize 'cause they know we can
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 weed from coppers
And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
Neva mess with white girls but I roll those white boys
*****s come out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
My **** is swollen you shouldn't be rollin
Livin on green leaves that will make your heart bleed
Just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and sober
No jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to come over
We smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high


CD 1
  • 1 Schizophrenic
  • 2 Don't Be Dumb
  • 3 Whole Wide World
  • 4 Never Grow
  • 5 Murderah
  • 6 Before I Go
  • 7 Be Careful
  • 8 Fried Day
  • 9 Voices in the Head
  • 10 Still Thuggish Ruggish
  • 11 Don't Doubt Me
  • 12 Time Is Passing Us By
  • 13 Father
  • 14 Jesus