Smokin' Budda Songtext / Lyric

Krayzie Bone: Thug Mentality 1999






Krayzie

{lights up} What, y'all thought I wasn't going to do a weed song? Shit, nigga,

you know me (you know me...)

And it makes me sing, every puff that I breathe, potent herbs and leaves could

ease the world...

I like to get high (I like to get high...)So high...

Budsmokers only/ Reefer really makes you happy, don't it? {repeatedly}

Krayzie

Me smokin' budda (budda, budda) Come again, me smokin' budda (budda, budda)

Me roll, and then me pass the hudda to you(to you...) Me feelin' that blunt, so

don't let that 'budda fool you(fool you...)

Puff on that hudda (hudda, hudda) Come again, puff on this hudda (hudda, hudda)

Sit back, relax, and let the 'budda soothe you(soothe you)

And when they ask, "Who?" You can tell them Krayzie schooled you (schooled you)

Puff on the budda, but first me gotta get with me friends/ So, Wish, you provide

a grub, cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends

on the budda/ Come again, will you share me a bit of blunt, my friend? If you

don't wanna go half, fuck it/ I'll put in the ends on

the budda, budda/ We roll and smoke and choke and pass and toke and hand it back

to you/ That budda gonna keep you...

-Hook-

(So high...) So, now, how high can you go, go? (I want to get high...)

Krayzie

As soon I arrive in L.A. gotta hit my connections/ I've been here stressin' on

this airplane 6 hours (airplane... I been stressin'

stressin') just thinkin' of crashin'/ Now a sack's gonna be relaxin'/ Smokin',

chokin', rollin' blunts and, but we won't spend no

money/ Them sacks gotta be lovely, or we ain't fuckin' with y'all/ Y'all give me

that/ We don't want that/ Don't give me that

Want no stress sack/ No, me don't want that/ Not in Californ-I-A/ When in L.A.

I want that bomb bud/ It really makes me happy and it makes me sing/ Every puff

that I breathe

Potent herbs and leaves could ease the world/ I done been to the other side and

I seen London and Paris

Niggas get fuckin' bloody high, feelin' the vibe/ MaryJane's worldwide

So why is it such a crime? Hey, everybody should be gettin' high/ So Mr. Weedman



You know we lookin' for the trees with no seeds, man/ Yeah, Yeah, we got the

cheese, and we need to know

if you can show me the nigga with the weed, man. Where can I get it (can I get

it?)