Redman - A Million and 1 Buddah Spots lyrics
[Redman - A Million and 1 Buddah Spots lyrics]
Still walking 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
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 more, 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 microphonics
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 I got 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 the good herb for
All you boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to?
I'm packing buddha by the pounds and
Pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey bro 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'd swear the ganja was mixed in bom ba-zee
The rhymer bomb 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 doing three flat
Now where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause
My funk is kinda abstract
Past that, my stuff
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 motherfucking air
Smoked out with niggas from
North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause, I got soul like James
Brown and Rakim and them
One of the America's Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht
And Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with LOD 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 macking
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 Godzilla did Gamera
Props on blocks smoking the
Choc and what nots
I might catch a nickel bag
Sale from bus stops
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
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 more, 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 microphonics
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 I got 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 the good herb for
All you boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to?
I'm packing buddha by the pounds and
Pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey bro 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'd swear the ganja was mixed in bom ba-zee
The rhymer bomb 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 doing three flat
Now where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause
My funk is kinda abstract
Past that, my stuff
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 motherfucking air
Smoked out with niggas from
North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause, I got soul like James
Brown and Rakim and them
One of the America's Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht
And Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with LOD 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 macking
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 Godzilla did Gamera
Props on blocks smoking the
Choc and what nots
I might catch a nickel bag
Sale from bus stops