Redman - A Million & 1 Buddah Spots lyrics
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 highwhen 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? aiyyohow you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
NowI smoke the mauiwow-wee
Then I'll be back for meI'm surelike al b.
Go uptownsmoke 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
Huhpick up a bag from my blocktwo-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 itcosmic injected
That cause me to set it off just like that club record
Hit it from the backstay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dwellercreeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell herlike 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 itmy lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocals
And iset the world on fire
Get a billion people higherfrom 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 jockI light a blunt for my nigga d
That's doin three packnow where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past thatI'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 degreessmoke with l.o.d. on the island
Then back to statto smoke more packs with the shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't workbecause 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 happenedI told herbacknick that motherfucker
So check!
My staminayour 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*