Buddha Therapy
That's just like a space taker uper
I Just cop'd an ounce, babe
Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck
To up serve the fresh, marvelous connects
Lofty up next, Higher than Jay Jay
The jet plane do my thing and respect game
Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid
Nah scratch that, for the more putrid the stench
But the more complex the rhymes
Lofty smoking cryp with a hint of lime
Committing crimes, juking city swine
Trynna climb to another state of mind
Three deep in the whip hot boxing
Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty
Freebase in the driver seat, we complete
Metro Zu, yeah you knew we run it like a fleet
And my nigga Eddy, you know he got the heat
On Miami beach, he vibing with the freaks
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
Its that nigga Mr. B in them basketball shorts
Smoking blunt after blunt now my brain kinda distorted
I imported all the finest of the weed, California
Got me blazing on some trees that I never thought I'd have
But bitches do the math, I'm the freshest nigga ever
Put two and two together, the freshest nigga ever
In any type of weather I am better
Supercede any nigga hating on me
Fuck a nigga kick rocks
Better yet, go skip 'em at the dock
The freshest nigga who came up off the block
Got something for these hoes
A long ass dick to put up in they spine
Now its intertwined and I'm dwelling in their mind
You can't fuck with a nigga, as if you got aids
A freshest nigga who's been paid, ever since the seventh grade
Rocking hoes and rocking shows, best believe I got that flow
For any hoe, knock these hoes down, call them dominoes
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
It's Ruben Slikk yeah I'm bolder than a motherfucker
Up in the club with a blunt full of hashish
And a bitch wanna hit it but I didn't let her get it
I ain't tripping I ain't letting hoes try me
Breakin buds and the purple shit pop a Xanax by the
Six pack and a nigga fucked up
Bitch said I remind her of a dutch every time
I come around and I gotta get sucked up
And the hash get a nigga so high that my eyelashes always be touching
Like what I do to describe to the mass?
When I realize my shoe box has nothing
I'm puffin trees and stuffing keef all up in a raw consumption
All these trees got me like a muffin, fresh and popping out the oven
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes coming easy
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes coming easy
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
I Just cop'd an ounce, babe
Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck
To up serve the fresh, marvelous connects
Lofty up next, Higher than Jay Jay
The jet plane do my thing and respect game
Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid
Nah scratch that, for the more putrid the stench
But the more complex the rhymes
Lofty smoking cryp with a hint of lime
Committing crimes, juking city swine
Trynna climb to another state of mind
Three deep in the whip hot boxing
Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty
Freebase in the driver seat, we complete
Metro Zu, yeah you knew we run it like a fleet
And my nigga Eddy, you know he got the heat
On Miami beach, he vibing with the freaks
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
Its that nigga Mr. B in them basketball shorts
Smoking blunt after blunt now my brain kinda distorted
I imported all the finest of the weed, California
Got me blazing on some trees that I never thought I'd have
But bitches do the math, I'm the freshest nigga ever
Put two and two together, the freshest nigga ever
In any type of weather I am better
Supercede any nigga hating on me
Fuck a nigga kick rocks
Better yet, go skip 'em at the dock
The freshest nigga who came up off the block
Got something for these hoes
A long ass dick to put up in they spine
Now its intertwined and I'm dwelling in their mind
You can't fuck with a nigga, as if you got aids
A freshest nigga who's been paid, ever since the seventh grade
Rocking hoes and rocking shows, best believe I got that flow
For any hoe, knock these hoes down, call them dominoes
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
It's Ruben Slikk yeah I'm bolder than a motherfucker
Up in the club with a blunt full of hashish
And a bitch wanna hit it but I didn't let her get it
I ain't tripping I ain't letting hoes try me
Breakin buds and the purple shit pop a Xanax by the
Six pack and a nigga fucked up
Bitch said I remind her of a dutch every time
I come around and I gotta get sucked up
And the hash get a nigga so high that my eyelashes always be touching
Like what I do to describe to the mass?
When I realize my shoe box has nothing
I'm puffin trees and stuffing keef all up in a raw consumption
All these trees got me like a muffin, fresh and popping out the oven
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes coming easy
Blow with me
On these hydroponic trees
Quarter pounds in HP
Got the money and the hoes coming easy
I just cop'd an ounce, babe
Let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowing hay, to rectify my brain
Cause i been thinking crazy things
And there really ain't nothing like a blunt when you're down and out
Or even when you're doing good hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
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Writer(s): Robert Thompson
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