Redman - A Million & 1 Buddah Spots Lyrics
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tecMy brain is high like newark new jersey do car theftsIm high, when I sag my 2 black guysI would be brief but my karl kanis didnt dryI smoke the blunt for all you underground chumpsMy smoke bangs like its freshly picked from the swampsSo nigga how you roll a blunt? aiyyo, how you roll a bluntFlip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cuntNow, I smoke the maui, wow-weeThen Ill be back for me, Im sure, like al b.Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the dungeonKeith murray meets me at the spot with the bom-baGo back to jerz and smoke with diezel donHuh, pick up a bag from my block, two-ohs the numberWho can get swift with the microphone mistPlus Im crisp like cds on lps in 3dMy funk respect it, cosmic injectedThat cause me to set it off just like that club recordHit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricantsIts gonna hurt -- no its not a gat experienceThe funk dweller, creeps through your cellarAnd if your moms dont know your ass better tell her, like this yallTheres a million and one blunt spots all over the worldThat got good herb for all you boys and girlsWhich one do you go to? *many shouts*Which one do you go to? *many shouts*Im packin buddha by the pounds and pull my phillies from knapsacksHey yo I didnt know your nickel bags come that fatYo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-*****Catch the local to the a to the buddha to my vocalsAnd i, set the world on fireGet a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypherYou swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zeeThe rhymer bombs squads and mcs like hank shockleeI spend a knot at all the buddha spotsFrom fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocksI set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga dThats doin three pack, now where I get the hash atYou cant ***** with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstractPast that, Im rough like mcgruff on dustTheres a million and one blunt spots in americaYeah Im tellin yaNow just throw your blunts up in the mother*****in airSmoked out with niggaz from north newark to montclairI rip the nouns from antonyms to synonymsCause I got soul like james brown and rock m&mOne of the americas most bluntedSmoked out with mc eiht and compton most wantedNinety degrees, smoke with l.o.d. on the islandThen back to stat, to smoke more packs with the shaolinI showed the women how to roll a blunt strongerBut it didnt work, because they lee nails got longerBut the weed is good for when youre mackinAnd girls can front it off like they dont know shit that happenedI know what happened, I told her, back, nick that mother*****erSo check!My stamina, your ass couldnt snap with camerasLeave you on your back like godzill did gameraProps on blocks smokin the choc and what-notsI might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*
