Budda

What, y'all thought I wasn't going to do a weed song?

Shit, ****, you know me (you know me, you know me)

I like to get high (I like to get high)

So high

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Me smoking Budda (Budda, Budda)

Come again, me smokin' Budda (Budda, Budda)

Me roll, and then me pass the hootah' to ya

Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that Budda fool ya

Puff on that hootah' (hootah', hootah')

Come again, puff on this hootah' (hootah', hootah')

Sit back, relax, and let the Budda soothe ya

And when they ask, "Who?"

You can tell them Krayzie schooled ya

Puff on the Budda, but first me gotta get with me friends

So wish you find a grub

'Cause I'm gonna spend all my ends on the Budda

Come again, will ya 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 ya

That Budda gonna keep ya

So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (So high)

So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (I want to get high)

So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (So high)

So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (I want to get high)

So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (So high)

So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (I want to get high)

As soon I arrive in L.A., gotta hit my connections

I've been here stressin' on this airplane six hours

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

Don't 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

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

**** get fuckin' bloody high, feelin' the vibe

Mary Jane'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 **** with the weed, man

Where can I get it? (Can I get it?)