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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Budsmokers Only lyrics
Wish Goddamn cigarettes! nigga that shit sound sweet if everybody Krayzie Budsmokers only. budsmokers only, only. [*4] Wish Some niggas be passin' that weed on to the thugsta niggas from cleveland, gotta smoke 'til it's all gone. now, we wanna bong, 'cause a nigga be creepin'. called all my thugstas, all them niggas . called all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed. gotta get me some, now. Krayzie My love is in hydro, gotta choke, let me loc' with a little bit of smoke in my throat. can't let-a-me high go. goin' broke. mo thug hit the bud up and then get up upon me. inhale, just lit up a , and me roll fat one to get p.o.d.'ded. they label me killa, drugdealer, that realer nigga, krayzie weeded. Layzie Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro, need me a hit of the tweed, made me drop to me knees. and i gotta give love to the green leaves, steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease. thuggin' Ff in the cut, now when i'm checkin' on how this shit's on. in a raid, smoked out with my nigga, tav. smokin' that tweed 'til we fall to our grave. Bizzy Make up the dummy to make up me money. weed run me, and headed for broke, smoke on the bong, hit the bong wrong, nigga, me cough and choke. we, the real o.t.'s loc' strong, bone . i gotta c-note Oke on. so choke on, me holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone for long, and stay long. Krayzie Wanna get you fucked up. wanna get you fucked up. (hey, now, pass me some reefer.) [*2] Wish Mr. inventor-of-the-green-leaves, gotta give p's, 'cause i love this type shit. and it's never gonna quit. doctor told me better stop, but man, fuck that bitch! me never goin' stop me smoke, try Ell me, gauge in your throat. gotsta run me on, fuckin' with bone, lovin' this weed song. Krayzie Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me balance. take a puff to the dome, trippin' off flesh bone, showin' off me talent. smoke until-a-me die, nigga gotta get high, if yo Na come right. come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice. nigga, take a weed fiend's advice. (nice!) Layzie Feelin' onto main, quarter-roll to the brain. smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas is insane. other niggas can't hang. it's a bone thang, how a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain #1 E i come with the tweed in my chest. nigga, got his wig to the curb, split up and serve, but fuck it! gotta have them green herbs. Bizzy If you got bag of tweed, well blaze it with me fool. now don't be stingy, and please no pinnas. make it swollen! 'cause if i had me some weed, you know i'd smoke it with you. come-come get wit-a Me and my niggas blunts we rollin'. Krayzie & bone Budsmokers only. budsmokers only, only. [*8] Krayzie I take a hit of the reefer, keep smokin'. [*8] |
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