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]