Smokin Budda Lyrics

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Smokin Budda Lyrics

by Bone Thugs-n-harmony

What, y'all thought i wasn't going to do a weed song?
Shit, nigga, you know me [you know me, you know me].

And it makes me sing, every puff that i breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease the world . . . i like to get high [i like to get high]. so high.

Budsmokers only. reefer really makes you happy. don't it?

Me smokin' budda [budda, budda]. come again, me smokin' budda [budda, budda].
Me roll, and then me pass the 'hudda to ya.
Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that 'budda fool ya.
Puff on that 'hudda ['hudda, 'hudda]. come again, puff on this 'hudda ['hudda, 'hudda].
Sit back, relax, and let the 'budda soothe ya. and when they ask, "who?" you can tell them krayzie schooled ya.

Puff on the budda, but first me gotta get with me friends. so, wish, you provide a grub, 'cause i'm gonna spend all my ends on the budda. come again, will ya share me a bit of blunt, my friend?
U don't wanna go half, fuck it. i'll put in the ends on the budda, budda. we roll and smoke and choke and pass and toke and hand it back to ya. that budda gonna keep ya . . .

So high . . .
So, now, how high can ya go?
I want to get high . . .

As soon i arrive in l.a., gotta hit my connections. i've been here stressin' on this airplane six hours [airplane . . . i been stressin', stressin'], just thinkin' of crashin'. now a sack's gonn
Relaxin'. smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and, but we won't spend no money. them sacks gotta be lovely, or we ain't fuckin' with y'all. y'all give me that. we don't want that. don't give me tha
Nt no stress sack. no, me don't want that. not in californ-i-a. i want that bomb bud. it really makes me happy and it makes me sing. every puff that i breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease
World. i done been to the other side, and i seen london and paris niggas get fuckin' bloody high, feelin' the vibe. mary jane's worldwide, so why is it such a crime? hey, everybody should be get
High. so mr. weedman, you know we lookin' for the trees with no seeds, man. yeah. yeah. we got the cheese, and we need to know if you can show me the nigga with the weed, man. where can i get it
I get it]?