Lord Infamous - Where Is Da Bud, Part 2 lyrics

(Lord Infamous) The J the O the I-N-T The, the, the J the O the I-N-T The, the, the J the O the I-N-T The B the, the, the U the, the, the D {Verse 1: Lord Infamous} I feel the need fa the biggidy Bud Man, Flick a flame Then I take a puff Life is kinda hazy when ya in the back of the Ithaca n***as be thinkin the Scarecrow is gonna go crazy The way I be cheifin that blink Quarter ounce of Ink and a big a** banana leaf See I feel the urge fa the motha f**in herb The cure is to pure, takin n***as to the curb Word, top-crop why not? Motha f**in chronic The whole world is spinnin yo this sh** is f**in hypnotic Bud smokers think they k**as keeping them clouds up in they chest k**az is rollin that blunt up with that motha f**in budda bless Grain, broccolli, tar sticks Yo my n***a I can't forget the dutches, black clutches Stashes of f**in onion, and if ya want all ya brain cells dead Get you a bag of the Cambodia Red Since I keep most of the bless on the track I wanna know Blac... Where the bud at? [Chorus] Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud {Verse 2: Lord Infamous} Called up the hook up, wanna get a ounce of pine weed Hopin that the Narcotics dont creep up behind me Can't have the one-timers takin down the k**ers Those b**hes be bustin a n***a Because we be havin the paraphanilia Went and got some bags, to stack up the stash Blowin on a meg joint of that Cuban Hash And when we hit that b**h we dont leave sh** but ash Now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash All sold out I heard my hook-up just got busted Can't find the bud and I'm gettin real disgusted Callin up my homies tryna find a new connection Lookin for the marijuana in every direction And, most of the motha f**az dont wanna give a n***a a straight package Otha motha f**az got the flake a** cabbage, babbage Lookin fa tha n***as with the fat pregnant sacs So, so, yo Blac, yo Blac... Man, Where the bud at? [Chorus] - repeat 2X