Redman Smoke Buddah lyrics

Ay yo, I got a slight problem, I smoke weed to much
These buckle-up when I'm splittin' my Duch
Back up, back up, ain't nobody hittin' for free
It's just E, double E, Keith Murray and me
It cost 20 if you down with it
Ay yo, son, I ride around with my hooptee tinted
To ride around bitted

'Cause I be feenin' for that pookie, I smoke the good
Save the backyard boogie for all groupies
And I be smokin' up the hotel lobby
Between more sheets than the Isleys, I'm high, G
I'm holdin' it down for tha B R I C K, Blaze tell you to get politely
Hit the pookie if you ridin' around gettin' bitted
Ask me if I love the rap game, I, I'm lovin' it
'Cause I cam do what tha fuck I feel is real
Blaze tha pook with D Don and tell off to get tha Deuce

I smoke on and on, you don't stop
I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real cats
You ain't smokin' get the fuck out

I smoke on and on, you don't stop
I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real cats

You ain't smokin' get the fuck out

I just love tokin', blacken out like Tame in tha open
Of course I got the raw dog, no need to stick your nose in
Gave you a straight up shotgun when we were smokin'
Froze you so fast, you looked it like Madonna voguein'
I got tha shit to get your whole clique high
We can get high, but act funny and I'm a whip out!
N' they gonna whip out and blow notes like Michele
'Cause you tried to jump tha cypher and' it goes this a way

I smoke on and on, you don't stop
I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real cats
You ain't smokin' get the fuck out

I smoke on and on, you don't stop
I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real cats
You ain't smokin' get the fuck out

Smoke budda
Smoke budda