Lyric A Million and 1 Buddah Spots
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*
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*