Lyrical Breakdown of Budsmokers Only - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Budsmokers Only" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Budsmokers Only" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only [Repeat: x4]
Some niggas be passin' that weed on
To them thugsta niggas from Cleve-lawn
Gotta smoke 'til it's all gone
Now what a bone cause a nigga be creep on
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas drink
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed
Gotta get some hydro
Gotta toke like a loc with a little bit of smoke in my throat
Can't let a me high go
I'ma broke Mo Thug got the bud and it get up up on me, inhale
Just split up a blunt and me roll up a fat one, make it POD'ed
They label me killer, drug dealer and burn up nigga crazy weed and
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro
Need me a hit of the tweed, make me drop to my knees
And I gotta give love to the green leaves
Steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease
Thuggin' on off in the cut now, when I'm checkin' on how this shit sound
In the Range smoked out with my nigga Tay
Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall in the grave
Make up the dummy to make up me money, weed run me
And headed for broke, smokin' the bong
Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough and choke
To the real OT's loc strong BONE
I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on
And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay blown
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Hey now)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Hey now)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)
It's the inventor of the green leaves, gotta get p's
Cuz I love this type shit, and it's never gonna quit
Doctor told me better stop but man fuck that bitch
Me never gone stop me smoke
Try to tell me, K to your throat
Gosta run me on, fucking with BONE
Loving this weed smoke
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steadily losing me balance
Take a puff to the dome, trippin' on flesh bone
Showin' off me tail and
Smokin' 'til a me die, nigga gotta get high if he wanna come ride
Come with me smoke on a blunt and get nice
Nigga tellin' weed fiends it's fire
Feelin' on tilt man, quarter o to the brain
Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane
Other niggas can't hang, it's a BONE thing
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain
Number one here I come with the tweed in my chest
Nigga got his weed to the curb, split up and serve
But fuck it gotta have them green herbs
You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me fool
And don't be stingy and please no pinners make it swollen
Cause if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you
Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin'
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only, only [Repeat: x5]
Take a hit of the reefer keep chokin' [Repeat: x4]