A Million and 1 Buddah Spots Lyrics by Redman

A Million and 1 Buddah Spots Lyrics

    Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
    My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
    I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
    I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
    I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
    My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
    So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
    Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
    Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
    Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.
    Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
    Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
    Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
    Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
    Who can get swift with the microphone mist
    Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
    My funk respect it, cosmic injected
    That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
    Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
    It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
    The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
    And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all

    There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
    That got good herb for all you boys and girls
    Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
    Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
    I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
    Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
    Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
    Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
    and I, set the world on fire
    Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
    You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
    The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee
    I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
    From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
    I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
    That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at
    You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
    Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust
    There's a million and one blunt spots in America
    Yeah I'm tellin ya

    Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air
    Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
    I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
    Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M
    One of the America's Most Blunted
    Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
    Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
    Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
    I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
    But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer
    But the weed is good for when you're mackin
    and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
    I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
    So check!
    My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
    Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera
    Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
    I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*

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