The Joint Cheefs - Fried

I'm so, I'm so Fried man I ain't talking chicken
I love breast and thighs when it comes to the women
Rolling, rolling with the guys always vibes when we chilling
Haters plotting our demise but we rise we stay lifted
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so fried man I ain't talking chicken
I love breast and thighs when it comes to the women
Rolling, rolling with the guys always vibes when we chilling
Haters plotting our demise but we rise we stay lifted
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so

We get the stoners popping like its chicken grease
Psychedelics find my inner peace
420 We the center piece
The new Cypress Hill man we in these streets
Joint Juggernauts, Kilogram rollers
We don't spark up we kilowatt
Cut the clouds, lifted like a helicopter
Glass barrel smoking you can smell the choppers
Cooked, saute' or fricassee
Don't do non baked unless tiramisu
Sitting on my plate I don't see an issue
Order more dessert wait til the Cheef Cake hit you
We came back fly
You need like two plates to keep that high
Sonny deep fat fried
Designer strains you need a keep back sign
Grease trapping so you we gotta stay, gotta stay

I'm so, I'm so Fried man I ain't talking chicken
I love breast and thighs when it comes to the women
Rolling, rolling with the guys always vibes when we chilling
Haters plotting our demise but we rise we stay lifted
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so fried man I ain't talking chicken
I love breast and thighs when it comes to the women
Rolling, rolling with the guys always vibes when we chilling
Haters plotting our demise but we rise we stay lifted
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so

I'm so high I'm smoking oil
Hydroponics ain't no soil
Like hydraulic coils when I hit the gas I be bouncing bouncing
Never grams we ouncing ouncing
Taking dabs we douse it douse it
Whip it fast
Always cold cure hash when I hit the stash
Grab the carb cap then I watch the splash
Moving slow I'm bout to crash
Got my puffco on the dash
Hefty bags you smoking trash
My nigga im high Im sitting a way
Come open my eyes
My nigga you live
Only raw papers ain't smoking no vibes
Loud

I am so fried call me extra crispy
Put a blunt in the air if you rolling with me
I do not give a fuck if you Cyphing with me
You can call me Ja Rule how I'm facing 50
All about the pounds no g-unit
Used to cop a couple ounces now we breezed thru it
Ya ain't really bout that life we see thru it
Ain't nobody really do it like we do it
I am so fried call me KFC
I love the spinach like Popeyes
With olive oil til my eyes boil
When I roll a raw I Pass it clockwise
Skip em if they are not our guys
86 Em cuz they not a hunnit
They talking jungle boys we know fronting
They talking lies
Look at my eyes
I am so fried

I'm so, I'm so Fried man I ain't talking chicken
I love breast and thighs when it comes to the women
Rolling, rolling with the guys always vibes when we chilling
Haters plotting our demise but we rise we stay lifted
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so fried man I ain't talking chicken
I love breast and thighs when it comes to the women
Rolling, rolling with the guys always vibes when we chilling
Haters plotting our demise but we rise we stay lifted
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so

Written by:
Jovani Oyola, Lee-Anthony Massie, Raul Lopez, Ysusf Williams

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