Текст песни: Fried Day + перевод

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

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

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

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

In Booyah, smokin' the potent Buddha, Buddha

It ain’t nothin' like that Buddha lover bomb shit

Fat enough that it’ll make me move ya, sooth ya

Reefer creeper, seepin' in my sneakers

Seepin' in miss Shiva, heave her, nigga

You better believe us

Even when we lonely, weed won’t leave us

Not like these fake niggas that deceive us

All day the weed man dizzy and he be 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 breezy, that herbal healin'

Don’t you wanna feel that feelin'?

Don’t you wanna spend your scrilla?

And givin' the weed to the killas

Makin' 'em forget why they killin', hell yeah

I heard they heard, they heard they out here fuckin' wit pills

Nigga, 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)

Sure 'nough, sure 'nough, sure 'nough, sure 'nough

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

Talk that talk until we tote that, love that, that

Don’t legalize 'cause they know we can groove

Gettin' high just to get by

Through all the suicides and homicides and genocides

And drive-bys, walk-bys gonna multiply

And chalk lines all the time in the H, double-O, D: hood

And the wood grain, and it ain’t all

Where it ain’t all, when it ain’t all, when it ain’t all good

Started at eleven, stealin' weed from poppa’s keeper

And even though you beat us, I got to 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'

Never no green leaves, it’ll make your heart bleed for the mornin'

Just go on and let me split up the weed and silently sober

No jokin', when the neighbor’s door’s 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

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