Thug Mentality 1999

Bone Krayzie lyrics

Bone Krayzie lyrics

"Smokin' Budda Lyrics"

My Lady And My Lord (2:15) Lyrics
up above my shoulder the ragged rooftops rise casting shadows over streets they seem to despise (Chorus:) come on, come on, wind and rain i know the sun will shine again till then my la


And it makes me see every puff that I breath
Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the World (2x)
Bud smokaz only reefer really makes ya happy don't it? (8x)

Verse 1:
We smokin budda...come again we smokin budda
me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya
me feelin that blunt so don't let that budda fool ya
puff on the hoota...come again puff on this hoota
sit back relax and let the budda sooth ya
and when they ask
Shining Moon Lyrics
Don't the moon look pretty Shining down through the trees Don't that shining moon look pretty, baby Shining down through the trees You know I can see my baby When he can't see me Yeah, I
who you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya
puff on the hoota, but first me gotta get with me friends
so Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends
on the budda, come and get me shunnin a blunt my friend
so, you don't wanna go half? ok I'll put in the ends
on the budda budda
we rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke it hand it back to ya
that budda

Bridge:
So high(Now how high can you go?)(6x)

Vere 2:
L.A. gotta get my connections, I been stressin on this airplane
I was just thinkin of crashin, now them sess gotta be relaxin'
smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we won't spend no money
them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' with ya
y'all give me that, don't want that, don't give me that want no stressin

no, we don't want that(not in cali-for-nay-a)
reefer really makes me happy, and it makes me see
every puff tat I breath blowin herbs and leaves would ease that world
I done been to the other side, I seen London and Paris
niggas get fuckin bloody high, gotta go find mary-jane's
world-wide, so why, is it such a crime?
hey, everybody should be gettin high
so, Mr. weed man, you know we lookin for the trees with no seedsly
(Yeah, yeah) we got the cheesy, we need to know if you can show me,
the nigga with the weedy (but can he, can he, can he?)