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ran reed – pass da budda lyrics

[hook: sample x4]

i looked around and i smoked this big fat spliff

[verse 1: ran reed]

yo i’m a real n-gg- smokin’ real blunts
i’ma tell ya once i don’t do the stunts with the smelly c-nts
no disrespect to girls ’cause i dig queen latifah
and why ya catchin’ headaches off that bullsh-t reefer?
kid i get the real sh-t, sadat know the deal sh-t
that 1 2 0 second dab funky feel sh-t
peace to dre and snoop ’cause they know i got the bomb sh-t
catchin’ bodies like that vietnam sh-t
a-yo i feel the funk baby, i’ve been inhalin’ me some budda
i used to like b-tches but now i’m gettin’ ruder
when i think about the b-tches, the wanted n-gg-s h-ttin’ switches
but i’ll be d-mned if ya rob me for my riches
so back up because i got a gun bigger than your son
with all that bullsh-t then you used to run, sh-t!
yo i gots to let ya funky -ss know
if ya actin’ like a hoe i’ma treat you like a hoe
to them real n-gg-s if you got a blunt which ya puffin’
get a philly, a bag of ism and ya stuff it
it’s a every day routine, a poppers’ ill type of junk
i chill with budda like a bung ’cause i funk with the skunk
non stop flavors which ya get everytime i hit ya f-ckin’ area
i’m known to make a fan catch a fit
’cause i’m creepin’ on that -ss like an intruder
a-yo i’m comin’ with the skunk funk and i represent the budda

[hook: sample x2]

i looked around and i smoked this big fat spliff

[verse 2: ran reed]

a-yo ain’t nuttin’ changed kid, i’m still a budda smoker
d-mn, that chocolate is a choker
ain’t nuttin’ like a fat bag of ism and some redman
time 4 sum aksion when he said man
a-yo i’m goin’ back to cali just to chill with cypress hill
and smoke blunts till the earth stands still
it’s just that skunk funk thang and the game is what i’m true to
ya smell somethin’ burnin’ motherf-cka, it’s the budda
yo i’m zonin’, where’s the pen and pad?
i get mad when i inhale the tide, ya in for a ride
’cause i’ma let ya know this colour green or ya been eatin’
black puerto rican that i’m speakin’, it’s representin budda
pump it up in your jeep type sh-t
a-yo kid you know i got the hype sh-t
i’m known to get deep so i bring the [?]
brothas can swim along as my main n-gg- lord [?]
i might chop a head off like that psychotic -ss n-gg- jason
or strap my timbs up and stump your face in
it don’t really matter ’cause my style gets fatter
than the fattest fat woman havin’ problems with a bladder
so go tell your friend, here comes another hit
that’s just what ya get when i inhale the sh-t
like an indian i’m known to send signals of smoke
i puff that chocolate and choke ’cause that sh-t ain’t no joke
i gotta give a fat blunt shout to my man lord agb
always gettin’ blunted when [?]
i’m true to the game like a dame when she’s trickin’
before i stick my d-ck in i’d rather toke my chicken

[hook: sample x2]

i looked around and i smoked this big fat spliff

[outro: ran reed]

yeah, comin’ to ya
for ’93 representin’ that skunk funk sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’?
yo, i wanna give a fat shout to the n-gg-s by the car wash
motherf-cka [?]
can’t forget [?], my n-gg- lord a, can’t forget nick
yo, peace to them n-gg-s fatal and caution
uh, uh…

- ran reed lyrics

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