Smokin Budda Lyrics by Krayzie Bone

Smokin Budda Lyrics

    Krayzie bone:thug mentality 1999



    Krayzie
    {lights up} what, y'all thought i wasn't going to do a weed song? shit, nigga,
    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? {repeatedly}
    Krayzie
    Me smokin' budda (budda, budda) come again, me smokin' budda (budda, budda)
    Me roll, and then me pass the hudda to you(to you...) me feelin' that blunt, so
    Don't let that 'budda fool you(fool you...)
    Puff on that hudda (hudda, hudda) come again, puff on this hudda (hudda, hudda)
    Sit back, relax, and let the 'budda soothe you(soothe you)
    And when they ask, "who?" you can tell them krayzie schooled you (schooled you)
    Puff on the budda, but first me gotta get with me friends/ so, wish, you provide
    A grub, cuz i'm gonna spend all my ends
    On the budda/ come again, will you share me a bit of blunt, my friend? if you
    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 you/ that budda gonna keep you...
    -hook-
    (so high...) so, now, how high can you go, go? (i want to get high...)
    Krayzie
    As soon i arrive in l.a. gotta hit my connections/ i've been here stressin' on
    This airplane 6 hours (airplane...i been stressin'
    Stressin') just thinkin' of crashin'/ now a sack's gonna be 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 that
    Want no stress sack/ no, me don't want that/ not in californ-i-a/ when in l.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 the world/ i done been to the other side and
    I seen london and paris
    Niggas get fuckin' bloody high, feelin' the vibe/ maryjane's worldwide
    So why is it such a crime? hey, everybody should be gettin' 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 (can i get
    It?)

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