HalfBaked — текст песни (Noreaga)





We just gon get fuckin high

We aint got nothing to do its friday

We aint no job

All my niggaz get ya weed

Go get all ya phillies

No white owls go get them dutchies

And shit like that

And lets get high on this one

And all niggaz get drunk too

Cause I get drunk too

Im a drunk man

Thats right, know what I mean?

Who got that liqour

Lets get fuckkkkkkkedddd up!!!



Chorus: noreaga (repeat 2x)



Smoke weed nigga and let me see yall smoke

And get high nigga and let me hear yall choke

And drink some hennesay nigga

And you can mix it with coke

I hit the bar up with cream and wont leave till Im broke



--=={1st verse}==--

Aiyyo Im half baked

Half of my brain done baked

Married to marijuana, yo she got a fat ass

But know I fuck with her sister

Yo her name black hash

We have menaj in the car kid and still dont crash

Cousin heineken had me flipping and dippin

I hate that bitch but you Im still sippin

Im in corona now

I fuck with ayo I fuck with hennea seya and theresa

Flew us out of town kid, charge it to the visa

We all drunk up fucked up and smoked out too

Sometimes I get so high I think I do kung-fu

Straight sneeze on niggaz

Like ha-choo, disrespect they food

Thought I told em Im rude

Coke head niggaz try to sober up in the new

I went to philly smoked weed with red and meth

It was phillie after phillie then still acting silly then

Last phillie wasnt even in philly



Chorus



Bridge: noreaga



Do the drunk man nigga

Do the drunk man

Do the drunk man nigga

Do the drunk man

Do the drunk man nigga

Do the drunk man

Do the drunk man nigga

Do the drunk man



--=={2nd verse}==--

I guess I explain

Smoke green straight to the brain

Marijuana aint a drug its just like your chick

You gotta understand it

Then fuck your bitch, fuck whatever else nigga, just fuck the bitch

I get real nice

While yall niggaz fuck with detox

I smoke weed on my way to the weed spot

Wassup yall aint nothing wrong with that

I rather you smoke on weed than smoke on gats

I aint a role model nigga but I model my raps

If I could do it all over still live in iraq

I probably come back and try to save my man killa black

I save my bloody money kid and bring it to laundromats

Get high

Chill high

Real high

I make the judge and jury just comply with i

Get right up in ya business nigga like I was a private eye

Fbi



Chorus



Bridge



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