N.o.r.e.

N.o.r.e. - Half-Baked songtekst

Je score:

we just gon get fuckin high

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 x2]



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



[VERSE 1]

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



[VERSE 2]

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] 



[Bridge]
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