Smokin’ Budda

Lyrics

[Intro] And it makes me see, every puff that I breath Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the world And it makes me see, every puff that I breath Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the world I like to get high, so high Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? [Verse 1] We smokin budda Come again we smokin budda Me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya Me feelin that blunt so don't let that budda fool ya Puff on the hoota Come again puff on this hoota Sit back, relax and let the budda sooth ya And when they ask who, you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya Puff on the hoota, but first me gotta get with me friends So Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends On the budda Come and get me shunnin a blunt my friend So, you don't wanna go half? Ok I'll put in the ends On the budda budda We rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke it hand it back to ya That budda [Bridge] So, now how high can you go? (6x) I want to get high, high So high, high (3x) [Verse 2] See me ridin round in L.A. gotta get my connections I've been stressin on this airplane I was just thinkin of crashin, now them sess gotta be relaxin' Smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we won't spend no money Them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' with y'all Don't give me that Man I don't want that, don't give me that want no stressin No, we don't want that, not in Cali-for-nay-a When I'm in L.A. I want that bomba (bomba) Reefer really makes me happy, and it makes me see Every puff that I breath Blow herbs and leaves would ease that world I done been to the other side I've seen London and Paris niggas get fuckin bloody high Gotta go find Mary Jane's world-wide So why, is it such a crime? Hey, everybody should be gettin high So, Mr. weed man You know we lookin for the trees with no seedsly (Yeah, yeah) We got the cheesy We need to know if you can show me the nigga with the weedy But can he, can he, can he?