Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
"Where Is Da Bud (Part 2)"
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Split the leaf, I reach for my chicken and I roll it up x4
I fell the need for the bickitty-bud man
flick a flame then I take a puff
life is kinda crazy when you hittin' the bag of the indica
niggas be thinking the Scrarecrow is gonna go crazy the way I be chiefin the flink
quarter ounce of ink and a big ass banana leaf
see I feel the urge for the muthafuckin air
the cure is the pure takin niggas to the curb, word
top crop, why not, muthafuckin chronic
the whole world is spinnin yo this shit is fuckin hypnotic
bud smokers like the killas keepin the glass up in they chest
killas be rollin a blunt up with the muthafuckin buddha bliss
green brocolli, thai sticks, yo my nig I cant forget the dungeons black that shits some fucking onion
and if you want all your brain cells dead
get you a bag of dat cambodian red
and since i keep most of the blunts on the track I wanna know black, yo where the bud at
where is da bud? where is da bud? x4
where is da bud? we looking for the bud x4
called up the hook up wanna get a ounce of pine weed
hoping that the narcotics don't creep up behind me
can't have the one-timers takin out the killers
cause bitches be bustin a nigga because we be havin the paraphenilia
we'll take out the bags to sack up the stash
blowin on a mack joint of the cuban hash
and when we hit that bitch we don't leave shit but ash
now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash
all sold out I heard my hook up just got busted
can't find the bud and I'm gettin real disguisted
callin up my homies tryin to find a new connection
lookin for the marijuana in every direction and
most of muthafuckas dont wanna give a nigga a straight package
other muthafuckas got the flake ass cabbage babbage
lookin for the niggas with the fat pregnant sacks
so yo black, yo black man, where da bud at?
where is da bud? where is da bud? x4
where is da bud? we lookin for da bud x4
I fell the need for the bickitty-bud man
flick a flame then I take a puff
life is kinda crazy when you hittin' the bag of the indica
niggas be thinking the Scrarecrow is gonna go crazy the way I be chiefin the flink
quarter ounce of ink and a big ass banana leaf
see I feel the urge for the muthafuckin air
the cure is the pure takin niggas to the curb, word
top crop, why not, muthafuckin chronic
the whole world is spinnin yo this shit is fuckin hypnotic
bud smokers like the killas keepin the glass up in they chest
killas be rollin a blunt up with the muthafuckin buddha bliss
green brocolli, thai sticks, yo my nig I cant forget the dungeons black that shits some fucking onion
and if you want all your brain cells dead
get you a bag of dat cambodian red
and since i keep most of the blunts on the track I wanna know black, yo where the bud at
where is da bud? where is da bud? x4
where is da bud? we looking for the bud x4
called up the hook up wanna get a ounce of pine weed
hoping that the narcotics don't creep up behind me
can't have the one-timers takin out the killers
cause bitches be bustin a nigga because we be havin the paraphenilia
we'll take out the bags to sack up the stash
blowin on a mack joint of the cuban hash
and when we hit that bitch we don't leave shit but ash
now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash
all sold out I heard my hook up just got busted
can't find the bud and I'm gettin real disguisted
callin up my homies tryin to find a new connection
lookin for the marijuana in every direction and
most of muthafuckas dont wanna give a nigga a straight package
other muthafuckas got the flake ass cabbage babbage
lookin for the niggas with the fat pregnant sacks
so yo black, yo black man, where da bud at?
where is da bud? where is da bud? x4
where is da bud? we lookin for da bud x4