Krayzie Bone Smokin' Budda Lyrics:
Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999

Krayzie lights up What, y'all thought I wasn't
going to do a weed song? Shit, nigga, you know me
(you know me...) And it makes me sing, every puff
that I breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease
the world... I like to get high (I like to get
high...)So high... Budsmokers only/ Reefer really
makes you happy, don't it? repeatedly Krayzie Me
smokin' budda (budda, budda) Come again, me
smokin' budda (budda, budda) Me roll, and then me
pass the hudda to you(to you...) Me feelin' that
blunt, so don't let that 'budda fool you(fool
you...) Puff on that hudda (hudda, hudda) Come
again, puff on this hudda (hudda, hudda) Sit back,
relax, and let the 'budda soothe you(soothe you)
And when they ask, "Who?" You can tell
them Krayzie schooled you (schooled you) Puff on
the budda, but first me gotta get with me friends/
So, Wish, you provide a grub, cuz I'm gonna spend
all my ends on the budda/ Come again, will you
share me a bit of blunt, my friend? If you don't
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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 you/ That budda
gonna keep you... -Hook- (So high...) So, now, how
high can you go, go? (I want to get high...)
Krayzie As soon I arrive in L.A. gotta hit my
connections/ I've been here stressin' on this
airplane 6 hours (airplane...I been stressin'
stressin') 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/ Y'all 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/ When in L.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
Niggas get fuckin' bloody high, feelin' the vibe/
MaryJane'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 nigga with the weed,
man. Where can I get it (can I get it?)
Lyrics: Smokin' Budda, Krayzie Bone [end]