Where’s da Bud

Lyrics

[Intro: MJG] 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 weed, the Smo-ko-king They say the trees just for me The B, The L, the U-N-T The B, the, the, the U, the, the, the D Oowee, give me shotgun Oh please, oh please, no chicken feet But chicken weed, pick out the seeds The heat is hittin' me, many degrees, we gotta have it Don't want to cabbage, we hate that babbage Life savage, we, we, we, wanna, the Marijuana Or we gonners, yo man I'm gonna, go 'round the corner Get right on a ah, ah, ah, sack I need contact, I need it bad, so I can mask Just-just like that, go crank your 'Lac We need to go, man, you move too slow Take care of that, who got the hay, who got the hay? Where do they stay? Across the street, I'm goin' crazy lookin' for the ink I'll take a quarter, fill it to the border of that mack Where the bud at? [Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] 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] They call me Lord Infamous, but you can call me Scarecrow I need me some red hair, chicken or some Indo And I need a couple of quarts of somethin', so I can get full We smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls You'll get a wiff, when you sniff up in the air We smoke bud anywhere, yeah, bitch, we don't care 'Cause when we get the urge to fire up some chronic, mane A nigga must campaign, clouds up in the brain Ooh, that chick-funk got me hype, homie, so hype, dawg Blowin' so much bud, fool, chiefin', countin' suckers fall This shit is burnin' too quick, fuck these little junts Let's stroll to the store, get some cigars, roll some Philly blunts Damn, fool, ain't shit in the sack but some fuckin' shake I need some more pure and I just can't fuckin' wait Blac, let's go, where the bud at? Let's go, where the bud at? Let's go, where the bud at, mane? [Chorus: Lord Infamous] 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? [Outro: Lord Infamous] DJ Paul, he lookin' for the bud Me, Lord Infamous I'm lookin' for the bud The fuckin' Juice Manne, he lookin' for the bud My nigga named Koop, he lookin' for the bud Gangsta Boo, she lookin' for the bud DJ Jus Borne, he lookin' for the bud My nigga Crunchy Black, he lookin' for the bud Triple 6 Mafia, we lookin' for the bud