Songtext A million and 1 buddah spots Redman

A million and 1 buddah spots

Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.
Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
Who can get swift with the microphone mist
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all

There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
and I, set the world on fire
Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee
From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at
Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust
There's a million and one blunt spots in America
Yeah I'm tellin ya
Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air

Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
One of the America's Most Blunted
Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M
Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer
But the weed is good for when you're mackin
and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
So check!
Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera
Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record