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(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 Letras de cancionesSince 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] From Letras Mania