Redman - Smoke Buddah lyrics
[Redman - Smoke Buddah lyrics]
Aiyyo, I got a slight problem
I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the -uck up when
I'm splittin my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free
It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
It cost twenty if you're down with it
Aiyyo son I ride around
With my hooptie tinted
To ride around blitted
Cause, I be feenin for that pookie
I smoke the good shhh
Save the backyard boogie for all groupies
And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
Between mo' sheets than the Isleys
I'm high G
I'm holdin it down for the B-R-r rah-IC
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're
Riding around gettin blitz)
Ask me if I love the rap game - I
I'm loving it cause, I can do what the OWW
-uck I feel is real
Blaze the poot with D don and
Tell UHH to get the dillz
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
I just love tokin
Blackin out like Tame in the open
Of course I got the raw dog no
Need to stick your nose in
Gave you a straight up shotgun
When we was smokin froze you so fast - you
Looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to
Get your whole clique high we can get high
But act funny and I'mma whip out
And they gon' whip out
And blow notes like Michel'le
Cause you tried to jump the
Cipher and it goes THISSAWAY
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
Clang The song you're about to hear
Is sponsored by nASssWIPP
Niggas against smokin weed in public places
A subdivision of clang IKSRFO
I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!
I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the -uck up when
I'm splittin my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free
It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
It cost twenty if you're down with it
Aiyyo son I ride around
With my hooptie tinted
To ride around blitted
Cause, I be feenin for that pookie
I smoke the good shhh
Save the backyard boogie for all groupies
And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
Between mo' sheets than the Isleys
I'm high G
I'm holdin it down for the B-R-r rah-IC
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're
Riding around gettin blitz)
Ask me if I love the rap game - I
I'm loving it cause, I can do what the OWW
-uck I feel is real
Blaze the poot with D don and
Tell UHH to get the dillz
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
I just love tokin
Blackin out like Tame in the open
Of course I got the raw dog no
Need to stick your nose in
Gave you a straight up shotgun
When we was smokin froze you so fast - you
Looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to
Get your whole clique high we can get high
But act funny and I'mma whip out
And they gon' whip out
And blow notes like Michel'le
Cause you tried to jump the
Cipher and it goes THISSAWAY
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
Clang The song you're about to hear
Is sponsored by nASssWIPP
Niggas against smokin weed in public places
A subdivision of clang IKSRFO
I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!