Smoke Buddah

Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for free It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me It cost twenty if you're down with it Ayo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted To ride around blitted Cause I be feignin' for that pookie I smoke the good sh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies And I be, smokin' up the hotel lobby Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin' blitz) Ask me if I love the rap game, I, I'm loving it Cause I can do what the ow fuck I feel is real Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell uh to get the dills I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow I just love tokin', blackin' out like Tame in the open Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin' Froze you so fast, you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in Aw! I got the sh to get your whole click high We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes this-a-way I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow Smoke Buddah, smoke Buddah The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by Nas whip Niggas against smokin' weed in public places A subdivision of I-K-S-R-F-O I'm knockin' somebody right the fuck out