Original lyrics

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What, y'all thought I wasn't gonna do a weed song? Shit, nigga, you know me (you know me) And it makes me sing, every puff that I breathe Potent herbs and leaves could ease the world I like to get high (I like to get high) So high We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? We smokin' only reefer, really makes ya happy, don't it? Me smokin' Buddha (Buddha, Buddha) Come again? Me smokin' Buddha (Buddha, Buddha) Me roll and then me pass the 'hudda to ya (to ya) Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that Buddha fool ya (fool ya) Puff on that 'hudda ('hudda, 'hudda) Come again? Puff on this 'hudda ('hudda, 'hudda) Sit back, relax and let the Buddha soothe ya (soothe ya) And when they askin', you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya (schooled ya) Puff on the Buddha, but first me gotta get wit' me friends So, Wish, you provide da grub 'Cause I'm gonna spend all my ends on the Buddha Come again? Will you share me a bit of blunt, my friend? If you don't wanna go half, fuck it, I'll put in the ends on the Buddha, Buddha We rollin', smokin', chokin', passin', tokin', hand it back to ya That Buddha gonna keep ya– (So high) so, now, how high can you go, go? (I want to get high) (So high) so, now, how high can you go, go? (I want to get high) (So high) so, now, how high can you go, go? (I want to get high) (So high) so, now, how high can you go, go? (I want to get high) As soon I arrive in LA, gotta hit my connections I've been here stressin' on this airplane, six hours (airplane, I been stressin') Just thinkin' of crashin', now a sack's gonna be relaxin' Smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and–but we won't spend no money Them sacks gotta be lovely, or we ain't fuckin' with y'all Y'all give me that, we don't want that, don't give me that Want no stress-sack, no, me don't want that Not in Californ-I-A When in LA, I want that bomb bud It really makes me happy, and it makes me sing Every puff that I breathe Potent herbs and leaves could ease the world I done been to the other side And I seen London and Paris niggas get fuckin' bloody high Feelin' the vibe, Mary Jane's worldwide So, why is it such a crime? Hey, everybody should be gettin' high So, Mister Weedman, you know we lookin' for the trees with no seeds, man, yeah Yeah, we got the cheese And we need to know if you can show me the nigga with the weed, man Where can I get it (can I get it?)