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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Vocals
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Connor
Recording Engineer
DJ U-Neek
Producer
Eazy-E
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Some **** be passing that weed on
To them thugsta **** from Cleveland
Gotta smoke till it's all gone
Now I wanna bone 'cause a **** be creeping
Call all my thugstas, all them **** drink
Call all my thugstas, all them **** smoke weed
Gotta go get some hydro
Gotta toke, let me loc with a little bit of smoke in my throat
Can't let a man hike up
Though I'm broke, mo' thug, get the bud and get it up on me
Inhale, just split up a blunt, and then roll up a blunt with me
Give me your dealer
They label me killer, drug dealer
Get realer, ****, crazy weed head
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro
Need me a hit of the tweed, make me drop to my knees
And I gotta give love to the green leaves
Steadily spending that cheese, feeling at ease
Thugging on off in the cut, now
When I'm checking on how this shit sounds
In a Range, smoked out with my **** Tay
Smoking that tweed till we fall in the grave
Make up the dummy to make up me money
Weed run me and headed for broke, smoking the bong
Hit that bong wrong, making me cough and choke
To the real OT's loc strong bone
I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on
And holding the smoke till it's gone
Real long and stay blown
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up (Hey now)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up (Pass me some reefer)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up (Hey now)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up (Pass me some reefer)
It's the inventor of the green leaves, gotta get P's
'Cause I love this type shit, and it's never gon' quit
Doctor told me better stop, but man, fuck that bitch
Me never gon' stop me smoke
Try to tell me, catch in your throat
Gots to run me on, fucking with Bone
Loving this weed smoke
Thugging with me trues, swigging on brews
Steadily losing my balance
Take a puff to the dome, tripping on flesh bone
Showing off me talent
Smoke until a man die, **** gotta get high
If he wanna come ride
Come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice
**** telling me things, advice
Feeling on tilt, man, quarter up to the brain
Smoking like blunt after blunt, my **** is insane
Other **** can't hang, it's a Bone thing
How a **** like me smoke and maintain
And remain number one, here I come
With the tweed in my chest, **** got his weed to the curb
Split up and serve
But fuck it, gotta have them green herbs
You got a bag of tweed, well blaze it with me, fool
Now don't be stingy and please no pinners, make it swollen
'Cause if I had me some weed
You know I'd smoke it with you
Come, come, get with a-me
Me and my ****, blunts we rolling
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only
Take a hit of the reefer, keep smoking
Take a hit of the reefer, keep smoking
Take a hit of the reefer, keep smoking
Take a hit of the reefer, keep smoking
Take a hit of the reefer, keep smoking
Take a hit of the reefer, keep smoking
Written by: Anthony Henderson, Bryon McCane, Charles Scruggs, Charles Stepney, Maurice White, Philip James Bailey, Steven Howse