(feat. Lord Infamous)



[Lord Infamous]

The J the O the I-N-T

The, the, the J the O the I-N-T

The, the, the J the O the I-N-T

The B the, the, the U the, the, the D



[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

I feel the need fa the biggidy Bud Man, Flick a flame

Then I take a puff

Life is kinda hazy when ya in the back of the Ithaca

Niggaz be thinkin the Scarecrow is gonna go crazy

The way I be cheifin that blink

Quarter ounce of Ink and a blink

Thats Banana lick

See I feel the urge fa the motha fuckin herb

The cure is to pure, takin niggaz to the curb

Word, top-crop why not? Motha fuckin chronic

The whole world is spinnin yo this shit is fuckin hypnotic

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that glass up in they chest

Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda bless

Grain, broccolli, tar sticks

Yo my nigga I cant forget the dutches, black clutches

Stashes of fuckin onion, and if ya want all ya brain cells dead

Get you a bag of the Cambodia Red

Since I keep most of the bless on the track I wanna know Blac...

Where the bud at?



[Chorus]

Where is the bud? Where is the bud?

Where is the bud? Where is the bud?

Where is the bud? Where is the bud?

Where is the bud? Where is the bud?

Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud

Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud

Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud



[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Called up the hooker, wanna get a ounce of pine wheat

Hopin that the Narcotics dont creep up behind me

Cant have the one-timers takin down the killers

Those bitches be bustin a nigga

Because we be havin the paraphanilia

Went and got some bags, to stack up the stash

Blowin on a meg joint of that Cuban Hash

And when we hit that bitch we dont leave shit but ash

Now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash

All sold out I heard my hook-up just got busted

Cant find the bud and I'm gettin real disgusted

Callin up my homies tryna find a new connection

Lookin for the marijuana in every direction

And, most of the motha fuckaz dont wanna give a nigga a straight package

Otha motha fuckaz got the flake ass cabbage, babbage

Lookin fa tha niggaz with the fat pregnance

So, so, yo Blac, yo Blac...

Man, Where the bud at?



[Chorus x2]