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A Million and 1 Buddah Spots

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A Million and 1 Buddah Spots Lyrics

[Verse 1: Redman]
Still walking down the streets with my hand on my black Tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt, ayo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
Then I'll be back for more, I'm sure, like Al B
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
Who can get swift with the microphonics
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to set it off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt, no it's not I got experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all

[Verse 2: Redman]
There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
That got the good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to?
I'm packing buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey bro I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
And I, set the world on fire
Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
You'd swear the ganja was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer bomb squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
That's doing three flat, now where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, my stuff, I'm rough like McGruff on dust
There's a million and one blunt spots in America
Yeah I'm tellin ya
[Verse 3: Redman]
Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfucking air
Smoked out with niggas from North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and them
One of the America's Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work because they Lee nails got longer

But the weed is good for when you're macking
And girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her back, nick that motherfucker
So check my stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like Godzilla did Gamera
Props on blocks smoking the choc and what-nots
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops

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Rockin' Reel Studios (East Northport, New York)
Release Date
November 22, 1994
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