A Million and 1 Buddah Spots 歌词
| 歌曲 | A Million and 1 Buddah Spots |
| 歌手 | Redman |
| 专辑 | Dare Iz a Darkside |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Noble, Sermon | |
| Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec | |
| My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts | |
| I'm high, when i sag my 2 black guys | |
| I would be brief but my karl kani's didn't dry | |
| I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps | |
| My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps | |
| So nigga how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt | |
| Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt | |
| Now, i smoke the maui, wow-wee | |
| Then i'll be back for me, i'm sure, like al b. | |
| Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the dungeon | |
| Keith murray meets me at the spot with the bom-ba | |
| Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don | |
| Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number | |
| Who can get swift with the microphone mist | |
| Plus i'm crisp like cd's on lp's in 3d | |
| My funk respect it, cosmic injected | |
| That cause me to set it off just like that club record | |
| Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants | |
| It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience | |
| The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar | |
| And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all | |
| There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world | |
| That got good herb for all you boys and girls | |
| Which one do you go to? *many shouts* | |
| Which one do you go to? *many shouts* | |
| I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks | |
| Hey yo i didn't know your nickel bags come that fat | |
| Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked | |
| Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals | |
| And i, set the world on fire | |
| Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher | |
| You swore to god you was mixed in bom-ba-zee | |
| The rhymer bombs squads and mc's like hank shocklee | |
| I spend a knot at all the buddha spots | |
| From fifteen to fifty-fifth i ran all through the blocks | |
| I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my nigga d | |
| That's doin three pack, now where i get the hash at | |
| You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract | |
| Past that, i'm rough like mcgruff on dust | |
| There's a million and one blunt spots in america | |
| Yeah i'm tellin ya | |
| Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air | |
| Smoked out with niggaz from north newark to montclair | |
| I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms | |
| Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m&m | |
| One of the america's most blunted | |
| Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted | |
| Ninety degrees, smoke with l.o.d. on the island | |
| Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin | |
| I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger | |
| But it didn't work, because they lee nails got longer | |
| But the weed is good for when you're mackin | |
| And girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened | |
| I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that motherfucker | |
| So check! | |
| My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras | |
| Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera | |
| Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots | |
| I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record* |
| zuo ci : Noble, Sermon | |
| Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec | |
| My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts | |
| I' m high, when i sag my 2 black guys | |
| I would be brief but my karl kani' s didn' t dry | |
| I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps | |
| My smoke bangs like it' s freshly picked from the swamps | |
| So nigga how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt | |
| Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt | |
| Now, i smoke the maui, wowwee | |
| Then i' ll be back for me, i' m sure, like al b. | |
| Go uptown, smoke quarterpounds at the dungeon | |
| Keith murray meets me at the spot with the bomba | |
| Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don | |
| Huh, pick up a bag from my block, twooh' s the number | |
| Who can get swift with the microphone mist | |
| Plus i' m crisp like cd' s on lp' s in 3d | |
| My funk respect it, cosmic injected | |
| That cause me to set it off just like that club record | |
| Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants | |
| It' s gonna hurt no it' s not a gat experience | |
| The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar | |
| And if your moms don' t know your ass better tell her, like this y' all | |
| There' s a million and one blunt spots all over the world | |
| That got good herb for all you boys and girls | |
| Which one do you go to? many shouts | |
| Which one do you go to? many shouts | |
| I' m packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks | |
| Hey yo i didn' t know your nickel bags come that fat | |
| Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track buttnaked | |
| Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals | |
| And i, set the world on fire | |
| Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher | |
| You swore to god you was mixed in bombazee | |
| The rhymer bombs squads and mc' s like hank shocklee | |
| I spend a knot at all the buddha spots | |
| From fifteen to fiftyfifth i ran all through the blocks | |
| I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my nigga d | |
| That' s doin three pack, now where i get the hash at | |
| You can' t fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract | |
| Past that, i' m rough like mcgruff on dust | |
| There' s a million and one blunt spots in america | |
| Yeah i' m tellin ya | |
| Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air | |
| Smoked out with niggaz from north newark to montclair | |
| I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms | |
| Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m m | |
| One of the america' s most blunted | |
| Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted | |
| Ninety degrees, smoke with l. o. d. on the island | |
| Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin | |
| I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger | |
| But it didn' t work, because they lee nails got longer | |
| But the weed is good for when you' re mackin | |
| And girls can front it off like they don' t know shit that happened | |
| I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that motherfucker | |
| So check! | |
| My stamina, your ass couldn' t snap with cameras | |
| Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera | |
| Props on blocks smokin the choc and whatnots | |
| I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops needle rips record |
| zuò cí : Noble, Sermon | |
| Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec | |
| My brain is high like newark new jersey do car thefts | |
| I' m high, when i sag my 2 black guys | |
| I would be brief but my karl kani' s didn' t dry | |
| I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps | |
| My smoke bangs like it' s freshly picked from the swamps | |
| So nigga how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a blunt | |
| Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt | |
| Now, i smoke the maui, wowwee | |
| Then i' ll be back for me, i' m sure, like al b. | |
| Go uptown, smoke quarterpounds at the dungeon | |
| Keith murray meets me at the spot with the bomba | |
| Go back to jerz and smoke with diezel don | |
| Huh, pick up a bag from my block, twooh' s the number | |
| Who can get swift with the microphone mist | |
| Plus i' m crisp like cd' s on lp' s in 3d | |
| My funk respect it, cosmic injected | |
| That cause me to set it off just like that club record | |
| Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants | |
| It' s gonna hurt no it' s not a gat experience | |
| The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar | |
| And if your moms don' t know your ass better tell her, like this y' all | |
| There' s a million and one blunt spots all over the world | |
| That got good herb for all you boys and girls | |
| Which one do you go to? many shouts | |
| Which one do you go to? many shouts | |
| I' m packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacks | |
| Hey yo i didn' t know your nickel bags come that fat | |
| Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track buttnaked | |
| Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals | |
| And i, set the world on fire | |
| Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher | |
| You swore to god you was mixed in bombazee | |
| The rhymer bombs squads and mc' s like hank shocklee | |
| I spend a knot at all the buddha spots | |
| From fifteen to fiftyfifth i ran all through the blocks | |
| I set it off jock, i light a blunt for my nigga d | |
| That' s doin three pack, now where i get the hash at | |
| You can' t fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract | |
| Past that, i' m rough like mcgruff on dust | |
| There' s a million and one blunt spots in america | |
| Yeah i' m tellin ya | |
| Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air | |
| Smoked out with niggaz from north newark to montclair | |
| I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms | |
| Cause i got soul like james brown and rock m m | |
| One of the america' s most blunted | |
| Smoked out with mc eiht and compton most wanted | |
| Ninety degrees, smoke with l. o. d. on the island | |
| Then back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolin | |
| I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger | |
| But it didn' t work, because they lee nails got longer | |
| But the weed is good for when you' re mackin | |
| And girls can front it off like they don' t know shit that happened | |
| I know what happened, i told her, back, nick that motherfucker | |
| So check! | |
| My stamina, your ass couldn' t snap with cameras | |
| Leave you on your back like godzill did gamera | |
| Props on blocks smokin the choc and whatnots | |
| I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops needle rips record |
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