(What, y'all thought I wasn't going to do a weed song?)
(Shit, nigga, you know me! You know me, you know me!)
(And it makes me sing, every puff that I breathe)
(Potent herbs and leaves could ease the world)
(I like to get high) I like to get high, so high

Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Budsmokers only, reefer really makes you happy, don't it?

Me smokin' Buddha (Buddha, Buddha)
Come again? Me smokin' Buddha (Buddha, Buddha)
Me roll and then me pass the 'hudda to ya
Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that Buddha fool ya

Puff on that 'hudda ('hudda, 'hudda)
Come again? Puff on this 'hudda ('hudda, 'hudda)
Sit back, relax, and let the Buddha soothe ya
And when they askin', you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya

Puff on the Buddha, but first me gotta get with me friends
So, Wish, provide our grub
'Cause I'm gonna spend all my ends on the Buddha
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 Buddha-Buddha
We rollin', smokin', chokin', passin', toke 'n hand it back to ya
That Buddha gonna keep ya (so high)

So, now, how high can ya go?
(So high) I want to get high
So, now, how high can ya go?
(So high) I want to get high
So, now, how high can ya go?
(So high) I want to get high
So, now, how high can ya go?
(So high) I want to get high

As soon I arrive in LA, gotta hit my connections
I've been stressin' on this airplane (I been stressin)
Six hours, thinkin' 'bout crashin', now a sack's gonna be relaxin'
Smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts 'n–
But we won't spend no money
Them sacks gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' wit' y'all

Y'all gimme dat? We don't want dat
Don't give me that, don't 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 (sing)

Every puff that I breathe
Potent herbs and leaves could ease the world
I done been to the other side
And I've 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, Mister Weedman
You know we lookin' for the trees wit' no seeds, man, yeah
We got the cheese, and we need to know if you can show me the nigga wit' the weed, man
Where can I get it?