Half-Baked

* 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 fuckin high We ain't got nothing to do its friday We ain't no job All my niggas 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 niggas 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 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 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 niggas Like ha-choo, disrespect they food Thought I told em I'm rude Coke head niggas 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 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 niggas 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