ya And then I don't know ya, I fucked the girl before you And givin' you the record to a rubber, you ho You cat, I'm floatin' like the bomb-ass bud
beef starter Packin guns when im sleep walkin (Bitch keep talkin) Throwin fire bombs down your chimney While you eatin at wendys Im in your bushes
way outdated section next to chubb rock It's kind of funny, some of you cracker dj's shun me Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like bud
good for steady dumpin Geah, Unknown and Slip be like bumpin High, cause you're so fly - dud Kick back with the pack, and I get high off the bud' Cause
is the, Q to her tip On the A side and sometimes the flip (Gotta, gotta flip this record) Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree And the luuden to my do re
sip of Hennessey My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me Bud
ox tail Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris I jump out the bushes and
better have some bud I graduated grads, got my diploma I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona But you ain't got no Cali Kush You're smoking on that backyard bush
we rode the horse that Bud bought. We took that trip again, my friend. But it wasn't all for naught Living in the house that Bud bought. We learned
m pissy drunk with hicups I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin ghetto sisters Now I eats models out the ???? bushes
me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on Lay
African Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas The Ballers dem a Ball Angola like Atlanta A pure plane take off Bush Gardens inna Mali Chicago
niggaz [Intro: Mary J. Blige] Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me [Notorious B.I.G.] The country bud got
Fuck Reminiscing I'ma Tell You Bout My Future Me With Some Kids, Chillin With Some Buddah And Like The Pictures In The Book I'll Be Livin' In The Bush
I'm watchin the corners, with the safety on like Ronnie Lott [Fabolous] Straight outta Brooklyn it's the same youngan Slangin that same onion Smokin that Cali bud
Hennessy My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me Bud we
Bud Light Now Imma Take My Time Where The Gangstas At And You Can Still Post The Wall Nigga Holla Back Grey Goose And Yak Blunt Filled Wit Kush Im Getting Jiggy Wit It Smokin On That George Bush