Lyrical Breakdown of Smokin Budda - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Smokin Budda" 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 "Smokin Budda" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Bone Thugs-n-Harmony employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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What, y'all thought I wasn't going to do a weed song? Shit, nigga, you know me (you know me, you know me) I like to get high (I like to get high) So high Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Bud-smokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it? Me smoking Budda (Budda, Budda) Come again, me smokin' Budda (Budda, Budda) Me roll, and then me pass the hootah' to ya Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that Budda fool ya Puff on that hootah' (hootah', hootah') Come again, puff on this hootah' (hootah', hootah') Sit back, relax, and let the Budda soothe ya And when they ask, "Who?" You can tell them Krayzie schooled ya Puff on the Budda, but first me gotta get with me friends So wish you find a grub 'Cause I'm gonna spend all my ends on the Budda Come again, will ya 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 Budda, Budda We roll and smoke and choke And pass and toke and hand it back to ya That Budda gonna keep ya So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (So high) So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (I want to get high) So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (So high) So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (I want to get high) So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (So high) So high, so, now, how high can ya go? (I want to get high) As soon I arrive in L.A., gotta hit my connections I've been here stressin' on this airplane six hours 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 Don't 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 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 Mr. 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?)