Redman

Redman - A Million And 1 Buddah Spots lyrics

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My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
 I'm high  when I sag my 2 Black Guys
 I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
 I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
 My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
 So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo  how you roll a blunt
 Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
 Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
 Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.
 Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
 Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
 Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
 Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
 Who can get swift with the microphone mist
 Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
 My funk respect it, cosmic injected
 That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
 Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
 It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
 The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
 And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all

 There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
 That got good herb for all you boys and girls
 Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
 Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
 I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
 Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
 Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
 Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
 and I, set the world on fire
 Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
 You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
 The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee
 I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
 From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
 I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
 That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at
 You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
 Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust
 There's a million and one blunt spots in America
 Yeah I'm tellin ya

 Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air
 Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
 I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
 Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M
 One of the America's Most Blunted
 Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
 Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
 Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
 I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
 But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer
 But the weed is good for when you're mackin
 and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
 I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
 So check!
 My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
 Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera
 Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
 I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: Dare Iz a Darkside (1994)

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