Bone Thugs and Harmony Bud Smokers Only Lyrics

WishGoddamn cigarettes!...n____ that
s___ sound sweet if everybody...KrayzieBudsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. [*4]WishSome n____s be passin' that weed on to the
thugsta n____s from Cleveland, gotta smoke 'til it's
all gone. Now, we wanna bong, 'cause a n____ be
creepin'. Called all my thugstas, all them n____s drank.
Called all my thugstas, all them n____s smoke weed. Gotta get me
some, now.KrayzieMy love is in hydro, gotta
choke, let me loc' with a little bit of smoke in my throat.
Can't let-a-me high go. Goin' broke. Mo Thug hit the
bud up and then get up upon me. Inhale, just lit up a blunt, and
me roll fat one to get P.O.D.'ded. They label me killa,
drugdealer, that realer n____, Krayzie weeded.LayzieBlaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro, need me a
hit of the tweed, made me drop to me knees. And I gotta give
love to the green leaves, steadily spendin' that cheese,
feelin' at ease. Thuggin' on off in the cut, now when
I'm checkin' on how this s___'s on. In a raid,
smoked out with my n____, Tav. Smokin' that tweed 'til
we fall to our grave.BizzyMake up the dummy to
make up me money. Weed run me, and headed for broke, smoke on
the bong, hit the bong wrong, n____, me cough and choke. We, the
real O.T.'s loc' strong, Bone . I gotta C-note to toke
on. So choke on, me holdin' the smoke 'til it's
gone for long, and stay long.KrayzieWanna get
you f___ed up. Gonna get you f___ed up. (Hey, now, pass me some
reefer.) [*2]WishMr.
Inventor-of-the-green-leaves, gotta give P's, 'cause I
love this type s___. And it's never gonna quit. Doctor told
me better stop, but man, f___ that b____! Me never goin'
stop me smoke, try to tell me, gauge in your throat. Gotsta run
me on, f___in' with Bone, lovin' this weed song.KrayzieThuggin' with me trues, swiggin'
on brews, steady be losin' me balance. Take a puff to the
dome, trippin' off Flesh Bone, showin' off me talent.
Smoke until-a-me die, n____ gotta get high, if you wanna come
right. Come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice. n____, take
a weed fiend's advice. (nice!)LayzieFeelin' onto main, quarter-roll to the brain.
Smokin' like blunt after blunt my n____s is insane. Other
n____s can't hang. It's a Bone thang, how a n____ like
me smoke and maintain and remain #1. Here I come with the tweed
in my chest. n____, got his wig to the curb, split up and serve,
but f___ it! Gotta have them green herbs.BizzyIf you got bag of tweed, well blaze it with me fool. Now
don't be stingy, and please no pinnas. Make it swollen!
'Cause if I had me some weed, you know I'd smoke it
with you. Come-come get wit-a-me--me and my n____s blunts we
rollin'.Krayzie & BoneBudsmokers only.
Budsmokers only, only. [*8]KrayzieI take a hit
of the reefer, keep smokin'. [*8]