(Bad mutha) [VERSE 1] Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half I'm not a legend, I'm real and
'Round here we blow treez Can you understand? 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez Yo, yo, my bud'll do ya
the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies know who we are And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub Shotgun in this man car Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club It be us Paul, shot out and bugged I smoke bud
? me "Can I get a hit of what t?cha smokein" I ain?t got no kind of love for a brother Who comes to the party, with no Bud I be smokein? this, indo-blazin
love to the lil' guy, and ya know Showin love to the lil' guy Suckin', fuckin', touchin' one another On top of the covers Let's get some air up in this mutha
this come up on the real its hard tos truggle Ghetto live showin' me no Love but givin' me reason put away ah' move on somethin Gotta hold on my bud
Gators Wit A Bad Bitch Dat Roll up All My Blunts n Do Me Favors Man I Quit Smokin Wit Hatas Back 2004 Dont Whit My Bud Dont Blow My High Im Lettin Mutha
in my pocket as long as i rock it there will be more paper in my pocket and ill never stop it i got too much fire in my bud fire thats bud dats floatin
in the street Hypnotize stakin riches And you ain't got a dime Poppin slugs into snitches 'cause I ain't doin time Project Pat I'm in this mutha I know
dwell in the realms of Ruthless Took a puff of the indo spliff High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot Break me off a proper piece so I can get
real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless Took a puff of the indo spliff High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot Break me off a proper piece so
the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3 C, I got love for the place that raise me even though times get a lil' crazy, so i got to give love back either gang bang,slang or pull the mutha
dayum thang hoe bout j And that's fo'sho bout j I hate these otha niggaz talkin all dis ya ya Up in this mutha fucka wont do a dayum thang thang Money
Big ed(lady): Man, fuck man Hey lou man, don't you get new fuckin phone man You can't even page nobody on this mutha fucka man Man fuck that man, look
something, smoke something, roll one nigga. Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga [Mystikal talking] Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha
Balls, Unless You Got Clown Luv, Put Em' Up, Throw Em' Up, Let Me See Them Mutha Fuckas, Flip Em' Up, Flip Em' Down, Flip Em' Around Mutha Fuckas, Mine
down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down And listen up now! (D-loc) Y'all mutha fuckas know the deal, its Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress hill Gotta sip that bud
Mobb shit, biatch, biatch, biatch This shit ain't went no where, trademark You understand me? It's like when a mutha fucka Do his dirt it don't be no