Buddha Therapy

Lyrics

[Intro: Lofty305 & Ruben Slikk] That's just like a space taker upper, you know? It's like fuckin'- I just copped an ounce, aye [Verse 1: Lofty305] Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck To up-serve the fresh, marvelous connects Lofty up next, higher than Jay Jay The Jet Plane, do my thing and respect game Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid Nah, scratch that For the more putrid the stench of the bud The more complex the rhymes Lofty smokin' Kryp with a hint of lime Committin' crimes, jukin' city swine Tryna climb to another state of mind Three deep in the whip, hot boxin' Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty Freebase in the driver seat, we complete Metro Zu, yeah, you knew we run it like a fleet And my nigga Eddy, you know he got the heat On Miami beach, he vibin' with the freaks Chyeah [Hook: Ruben Slikk] I just copped an ounce, aye To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain 'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt When you're down and out Or even when you're doin' good Hold them pounds in a drought Come and blow trees with me [Verse 2: Mr B] Yeah, it's that nigga Mr. B in them basketball shorts Smokin' blunt after blunt, now my brains kinda distorted I imported all the finest of the weed, California Got me blazin' on some trees that I never thought I'd have But bitches, do the math, I'm the freshest nigga ever Put two and two together, the freshest nigga ever In any type of weather, I am better Supersede any nigga hatin' on me Fuck a nigga, kick rocks, better yet, go skip 'em at the dock The freshest nigga who came up off the block Got somethin' for these hoes A long ass dick to put up in they spine Now it's intertwined, and I'm dwelling in their mind You can't fuck with a nigga, as if you got AIDS A freshest nigga who's been paid Ever since the seventh grade Rocking hoes and rocking shows Best believe I got that flow For any hoe, knock these hoes down, call them dominoes Bitch [Hook: Ruben Slikk] I just copped an ounce, aye To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain 'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt When you're down and out Or even when you're doin' good Hold them pounds in a drought Come and blow trees with me [Verse 3: Ruben Slikk] It's Ruben Slikk, yeah, I'm bold than a mothafucka Up in the club with a blunt full of hashish And a bitch wanna hit it, but I didn't let her get it I ain't trickin', I ain't lettin', don't try me Breakin' buds and the purple shit, poppin' Xanax By the slim pack, got a nigga fucked up Bitch said I remind her of a dutt Every time I come around, then I gotta get sucked up And the hash make a nigga so high That my eyelashes always be touchin' Like what I do to describe the demise When I realize my shoe box has nothin' I'm puffin' trees and stuffin' keef all up in a raw consumption All these trees got me like a muffin Fresh and poppin' out the oven [Bridge: Ruben Slikk] Blow with me On these hydroponic trees Quarter pounds in HP Got the money and the hoes comin' easy Blow with me On these hydroponic trees Quarter pounds in HP Got the money and the hoes comin' easy [Hook: Ruben Slikk] I just copped an ounce, aye To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain 'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt When you're down and out Or even when you're doin' good Hold them pounds in a drought Come and blow trees with me