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Redman( Reginald 'Reggie' Noble )
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Smoke Buddah
Lyricist:Rick James, Reggie Noble
Ay yo, I got a slight problem, I smoke weed to much These buckle-up when I'm splittin' my Duch Back up, back up, ain't nobody hittin' for free It's just E, double E, Keith Murray and me It cost 20 if you down with it Ay yo, son, I ride around with my hooptee tinted To ride around bitted
'Cause I be feenin' for that pookie, I smoke the good Save the backyard boogie for all groupies And I be smokin' up the hotel lobby Between more sheets than the Isleys, I'm high, G I'm holdin' it down for tha B R I C K, Blaze tell you to get politely Hit the pookie if you ridin' around gettin' bitted Ask me if I love the rap game, I, I'm lovin' it 'Cause I cam do what tha fuck I feel is real Blaze tha pook with D Don and tell off to get tha Deuce
I smoke on and on, you don't stop I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real cats You ain't smokin' get the fuck out
I smoke on and on, you don't stop I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To all my real dogs, all my real cats You ain't smokin' get the fuck out
I just love tokin', blacken out like Tame in tha open Of course I got the raw dog, no need to stick your nose in Gave you a straight up shotgun when we were smokin' Froze you so fast, you looked it like Madonna voguein' I got tha shit to get your whole clique high We can get high, but act funny and I'm a whip out! N' they gonna whip out and blow notes like Michele 'Cause you tried to jump tha cypher and' it goes this a way
I smoke on and on, you don't stop I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real cats You ain't smokin' get the fuck out
I smoke on and on, you don't stop I'm gettin' mad up and you don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real cats You ain't smokin' get the fuck out
Smoke budda Smoke budda
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