Half-Baked lyrics

* This song was alleged to be on "Melvin Flynt" but is
Not on the final release version; possibly from a bootleg

We just gon get f*ckin high
We ain't got nothing to do its friday
We ain't no job
All my n*ggas 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*ggas 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*ckkkkkkkedddd up!!!

Chorus: Noreaga (repeat 2X)

Smoke weed n*gga and let me see y'all smoke
And get high n*gga and let me hear y'all choke
And drink some hennesay n*gga
And you can mix it with coke
I hit the bar up with cream and won't 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 f*ck 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*ck with ayo I f*ck with Hennea Seya and Theresa
Flew us out of town kid, charge it to the VISA
We all drunk up f*cked up and smoked out too
Sometimes I get so high I think I do kung-fu
Straight sneeze on n*ggas
Like ha-choo, disrespect they food
Thought I told em I'm rude
Coke head n*ggas 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 wasn't even in Philly

Chorus

Bridge: Noreaga
Do the drunk man n*gga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man n*gga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man n*gga
Do the drunk man
Do the drunk man n*gga
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*ck your b*tch, f*ck whatever else n*gga, just f*ck the b*tch
I get real nice
While y'all n*ggas f*ck 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 n*gga 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 n*gga like I was a private eye
FBI
Chorus

Bridge