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n o r e - half-baked lyrics

we just gon get f–kin high
we ain’t got nothing to do it’s friday
we ain’t no job
all my n-gg-z get ya weed
go get all ya phillies
no white owls go get them dutchies
and sh-t like that
and lets get high on this one
and all n-gg-z get drunk too
cause i get drunk too
i’m a drunk man
thats right, know what i mean?
who got that liqour
lets get f–kkkkkkkedddd up!

chorus: noreaga (repeat 2x)

smoke weed n-gg- and let me see y’all smoke
and get high n-gg- and let me hear y’all choke
and drink some hennesay n-gg-
and you can mix it with c-ke
i hit the bar up with cream and wont leave till i’m broke

–=={1st verse}==–
aiyyo i’m half baked
half of my brain done baked
married to marijuana, yo she got a fat -ss
but know i f–k with her sister
yo her name black hash
we have menaj in the car kid and still don’t crash
cousin heineken had me flipping and dippin
i hate that b-tch but you i’m still sippin
i’m in corona now
i f–k with ayo i f–k with hennea seya and theresa
flew us out of town kid, charge it to the visa
we all drunk up f–ked up and smoked out too
sometimes i get so high i think i do kung-fu
straight sneeze on n-gg-z
like ha-choo, disrespect they food
thought i told em i’m rude
c-ke head n-gg-z 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 n-gg-
do the drunk man
do the drunk man n-gg-
do the drunk man
do the drunk man n-gg-
do the drunk man
do the drunk man n-gg-
do the drunk man

–=={2nd verse}==–
i guess i explain
smoke green straight to the brain
marijuana ain’t a drug it’s just like your chick
you gotta understand it
then f–k your b-tch, f–k whatever else n-gg-, just f–k the b-tch
i get real nice
while y’all n-gg-z f–k with detox
i smoke weed on my way to the weed spot
w-ssup y’all ain’t nothing wrong with that
i rather you smoke on weed than smoke on gats
i ain’t a role model n-gg- 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 bl–dy 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 n-gg- like i was a private eye
fbi

chorus

bridge

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