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fried - e-40 lyrics

[chorus: e-40 & marty james]
ooouh!
i’m so high, so high, think i can fly (touch the sky)
’bout my bread, so d-mn thowed, touched in the head
man, i’m fried! (fried)
i’m gettin’ lit tonight, got kush and a half a pint
man, i’m fried! (fried)
i’m down and high, i’ma put it on a b-tch tonight
man, i’m fried! (fried)
burnt (fried), twisted (fried)
out there (fried), finished (fried)
through (fried), gone (fried)
zapped (fried), stoned (fried)
burnt (fried), twisted (fried)
out there (fried), finished (fried)
through (fried), gone (fried)
zapped (fried), stoned (fried)

[verse 1: e-40]
tonight i’m ’bout to be sloppy, outta my mind and my body
mayne, i’ma find me a hottie, up in the club in the party
i’m off this landy and proper, she off that rum and bacardi
lil mami freaky and naughty, body like buffie the body
say girl, my money ain’t trippin’, baby, but i don’t be trickin’
in the bay where i stay we be all up into that pimpin’
she want me to wife her but i don’t love her, i like her
and not only that, but i got two just like her
i’m a baller, a grinder, a whale, a top hat, a timer for real
clout and big clientele, you could tell that i’m ’bout my mail
wipin’ the sweat off my face with a bill
a fixture up out of vallejo
on a major scale, gettin’ gouda and havin’ scrill (biatch!)

[verse 2: tech n9ne]
hot fish grease, ain’t no touchin’ this beast
spits heat, listen, fixing to get treats on this beat
watch tech, he’s a hot mess
pop a pillie, say somethin’ silly like wasp’s nests
when you fried, it sounds weird, mayne
we’re sane, better yet, we’re insane, but packing pure game
the tears came, then something said “here’s fame”
year’s strange, get lear planes, dames don’t fear brain
40 water, they can’t touch us like a vamp in holy water
i know he caught a show, but he don’t know the we flow, we oughta
some know we hotter, in the club just don’t be part of looks
he got a token without us like pac with no kidada

[verse 3: e-40]
my elevator don’t go all the way to the top (to the top)
i’m couple beers short of a f-ckin’ keg (f-ckin’ keg)
i got a few screws loose (few screws loose)
i ain’t playin with a full deck (full deck)
i be extra’d out (extra’d out), talking h-lla loud (h-lla loud)
i be too turnt up, mayne, i’m h-lla wild (h-lla wild)
fried (fried), throwed in the head, out there
he was bumpin’ gums and thought that i was scared, now he outta here
money don’t make me, i make money (that’s right)
me and a couple of my crash dummies
bar none, but at the bar on somethin’ (at the bar)
cranapple juice and ketel one
vodka, still popping my collar the way i really act (really act)
but it ain’t really an act, it’s just a fact
real dudes make real moves (real moves)
these dudes too little to fit my shoes (my shoes)

- e 40 lyrics

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