Wheres da Bud Pt 2

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
The J the O the I-N-T
The, the, the J the O the I-N-T
The, the, the J the O the I-N-T
The B the, the, the U the, the, the D
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Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I feel the need fa the biggidy Bud Man, flick a flame then I take a puff
Life is kinda hazy when ya hittin the bag of indica
Niggas be thinkin the Scarecrow is gonna go crazy
The way I be cheifin that blink
Quarter ounce of Ink and a big ass banana leaf
See I feel the urge fa the motha fuckin herb
The cure is the herb, takin niggas to the curb
Word, top-crop why not? Motha fuckin chronic
The whole world is spinnin yo this shit is fuckin hypnotic
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that glass up in they chest
Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda bless
Grain, broccoli, tar sticks, yo my nigga
I can't forget the dutches, black clutches, stashes of fuckin onion
And if ya want all ya brain cells dead
Get you a bag of the Cambodia Red
Since I keep most of the bless on the track
I wanna know Blac, yo where the bud at?