Be Kind 2 Your Budz Lyrics

Be Kind 2 Your Budz lyrics

No stems, no seeds that you don't need, Acapolca Gold is (Inhale) Some bad ass
weed



Yo mudda fuckaz, you ready to get hiiiiigh?



I smoke two joints in the morning, two at night

I smoke all day to drift away, til' I feel alright

I just float away, til' I come on down

It's propound the sound, when I get a green pound

I get stoned in the morn, to get the skin tone

I'm Smokin' a few bones then I get in the zone

My budz rock the top, to get ya ass in flight

Pack it tight, real tight, in the glass pipe

I getz blazed, real dazed, it's the shit in

You getz back handed if you get caught double-hittin'

It's written, to pass it to the left

Take a hit, hold it in, until it hurts your chest

If you don't choke you ain't hittin' it right

That's what Mr. J says we gettin' ripped every night

Grab the three-footer let the hits last long

Cuz it's all about the B-B-B-Bong



Smoke it up, sing this song

Get the phat sac for the water bong

Light it up, take a rip

Clear the chamber or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)



Saint Sinna pass the pipe

I got rip some mutha fuckin' green bud

mutha fucka make sure it's packed tight

I got the green luv, green luv, green luv

Oh shit son, kick back and lemme preach on the gonja

The phat sac stash I snatched from ya momma

Ima bud fiend, fiendin' for the green leaf treat

Bowl, bong, pipe, blunt, joint, nice dreams

A wiggity ziggity zaggity, Zig-Zags

I got the bags you got the papers, I got the papers you got the bags

Smoke it all up don't be a sucka

(Inhale) Like this mutha fucka?

Amateurs, never smokin' like the master an'

Puff passin', longer lastin', hydro blastin'

Mutha fucka, you's a one hit wonda

And you assed out, passed out, from the (Boom) of my thunda



Smoke it up, sing this song

Get the phat sac for the water bong

Light it up, take a rip

Clear the chamber or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)



I got five on it but you can't smoke for free

You gotta come up with some cash to smoke out with me

But you my homie, so there ain't no fee

Let's break it out, no stems no seeds

(Fire it up holmes) Gettin' lifted is our mission

Tokin' up every hour like a prescription

Red hairs, red eyes, red is all that is seen

I'm like a weed fiend so fuck tha visine



Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale)

Come on mutha fucka (What?) Don't choke

Man up clean tha bowl, clear it up

I know it's hard cuz we smoke the good stuff

Good shit, good rips, good hits, don't be a bitch

(Whut!) Smoke it (Riiight) Toke it

Down to the resin, one last drag

(Cough) You're buying next bag



Smoke it up, sing this song

Get the phat sac for the water bong

Light it up, take a rip

Clear the chamber or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)



Hey man we're outta papers

Aight then get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tinfoil

Well, we don't have a cork screw

Aight, then get me an avacado, and ice-pick, and my snorkle

Trust me bro, I've made bongs with less, hurry up



This weed was the shiznittle bam snip snap sack