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Three 6 Mafia - Smoked Out Music Greatest Hits - Where Is da Bud Part 2
Smoked Out Music Greatest Hits
Disc 1
01. When It's On, It's Murder (Da Song)
02. Break da Law
03. Where Is da Bud Part 2
04. Love to Make a Stang
05. Grab tha Gauge
06. Jealous Ass Bitch
07. Liquor & Bud
08. Nine to Yo Dome
09. Ridin n the Chevy
10. Playa Hataz
11. Half on a Sack or Blow
12. Now I'm High, Really High
13. Gimme Head
Disc 2
01. Where Is da Bud Part 2
02. Ridin n the Chevy
03. Jealous Ass Bitch
04. Love to Make a Stang
05. Liquor & Bud
06. Half on a Sack or Blow
07. Nine to Yo Dome
08. Grab the Gauge
09. Playa Hataz
10. When It's On, It's Murder [Da Song]
11. DJ Paul -Skit-
12. Break da Law
13. Gimme Head
14. DJ Black -Outro-
15. Now I'm High, Really High
Creeply, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
I felt the need for the weed
The Smo-ko-king
They say the trees
Just for me
The B, The L, The U-N-T
The B, the, the, the U
The, the, the D
Oowee
Give me shotgun
Oh please, oh please
No chicken feet
But chicken weed
Pick out the seeds
The heat is hittin' me
Many degrees, we gotta have it
Don't want to cabbage
We hate that babbage
Life savage
We we we wanna, the Marijuana
Or we gonners
Yo man I'm gonna, go round the corner
Get right onna ah ah ah sack
I need contact I need it bad
So I can mask
Just just like that
Go crank your 'Lac
We need to go, man
You move to slow
Take care of dat
Who got the hay, who got the hay?
Where do the stay?
Across the street
I'm goin' crazy lookn' for the ink
I'll take a quarter
Fill it to the border of that mac
Where Da Bud at
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Were looking for the bud
They call me Lord Infamous
But you can call me Scarecrow
I need me some red hair
Chicken or some Indo
And I need a couple of quarts of something, so I can get full
We smoke off the ink
We get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up
We takin' them hard pulls
You'll get a wiff when you sniff up in the air
We smoke bud anywhere
Yeah bitch we don't care
Cause when we get the urge to fire up some Chronic, mane
A nigga must campaign
Clouds up in the brain
Oh, that cheefa got me hype
Oh me so hype dog
Blowin' so much bud
Fool cheefin' contacts off the fall
This shit is burnin' too quick
Fuck these little junts
Let's strool to the store, get some cigars
Roll some Philly blunts
Damn fool ain't shit in the sack
But some fuckin' shake
I need some more pure and I just can't fuckin' wait, Black
Let's go, Where da bud at
Let's go, where da bud at
Let's go, where da bud at, mane?
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Were looking for the bud
DJ Paul, he lookin' for the bud
Me, Lord Infamous I'm lookin' for the bud
The fuckin' Juice manne, he lookin' for the bud
My nigga named Koop he lookin' for the bud
Gangsta Boo, she lookin' for the bud
DJ Jus Borne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga Crunchy Black he lookin' for the bud
Triple 6 Mafia we lookin' for the bud