Noreaga

Noreaga - Half Baked lyrics

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we ain't got nothing to do its friday
 we ain't 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
 I'm 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 y'all smoke
 And get high nigga and let me hear y'all choke
 And drink some hennesay nigga
 And you can mix it with coke
 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 ass
 But know I fuck 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 bitch but you I'm still sippin
 I'm 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 I'm 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 ain't a drug it's 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 y'all niggaz fuck with detox
 I smoke weed on my way to the weed spot
 wassup y'all ain't nothing wrong with that
 I rather you smoke on weed than smoke on gats
 I ain't 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

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Penalty Recordings, LLC.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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