Where is Da Bud Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & Lord Infamous] Aight, ay How many of y'all motherfuckers get higher than a motherfucker, mane? You know, be honest, know— Nah, ain't no police in none of here, it's just like a survey or some Ay, yo, yo, yo Ay, if y'all here to this dope shit Everybody who's down with me, mane, help me out one more time, mane Let me hear y'all say "Where is the bud? Where is the bud?" (Where is the Bud? Where is the bud?) Say: "Where is the bud? Where is the bud?" (Where is the bud?) Aight, aight, aight, y'all— [Chorus: Lord Infamous, 8Ball & MJG] The J the O the I-N-T The, the, the J the O the I-N-T The, the, the J the O the I-N-T The B, the, the, the U the, the, the D Boost up and in-boost up and in— Boost up and in-boost up and in— Boost up and in-boost up and in— Boost up and increase my high Boost up and in-boost up and in— Boost up and in-boost up and in— Boost up-boost up and in— Boost up-boost up and increase my high Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] I feel the need for the biggidy Bud, mane, flick a flame then I take a puff Life is kinda hazy when you hittin' the bag of indica Niggas be thinkin' the Scarecrow is gonna go crazy the way I be cheifin' that blink, quarter ounce of Ink and a big ass banana leaf See I feel the urge for the motherfuckin' herb The cure is the pure, takin' niggas to the curb, word Top-crop why not? Motherfuckin' chronic The whole world is spinnin', yo, this shit is fuckin' hypnotic Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless Grain, broccoli, tar sticks, yo, my nig', I can't forget the dutches, black clutches, stashes of fuckin' onion And if you want all your brain cells dead, get you a bag of the Cambodia Red Since I keep most of the plans on the track I wanna know, Blac Yo, where the bud at? [Chorus] Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Called up the hook-up, wanna get a ounce of pine weed Hopin' that the narcotics don't creep up behind me Can't have the one-timers takin' down the killers Cause bitches be bustin' a nigga, because we be havin' the paraphernalia We'll take out some bags, to sack up the stash Blowin' on a mack junt of the Cuban hash And when we hit that bitch we don't leave shit but ash Now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash All sold out, I heard my hook up just got busted Can't find the bud and I'm gettin' real disgusted Callin' up my homies tryin' to find a new connection Lookin' for the marijuana in every direction and Most of the motherfuckers don't wanna give a nigga a straight package Other motherfuckers got the flake ass cabbage, babbage Lookin' for the niggas with the fat pregnant sacks Yo, Blac, yo, Blac, mane Where the bud at? [Chorus] Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud