A Million And 1 Buddah Spots Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D]
[F][D]
[F][D]

[Verse 1]
Still [D]walkin down [F]the streets
with [D]my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark
New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high [F]when I sag [D]my 2 Black Guys
I [F]would be [D]brief but [F]my Karl
[D]Kani's didn't dry
I [F]smoke the blunt for all you
[D]underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly
picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a [F]blunt?
[D]Aiyyo how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit
like how you roll a cunt
Now, I [F]smoke the [D]Maui, Waui
Then I'll be back for me,
I'm Sure, like Al B.
Go [F]Uptown, smoke quarter
[D]- pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray [F]meets [D]me at the
spot with the Bom- Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke
with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my [F]block
[D], two- oh's the number
Who can get [F]swift with the
[D]microphone mist
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off
just like that club record
Hit it from the back,
stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt,
[F]no it's [D]not a gat experience
The funk dweller,
creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't [F]know your [D]ass better tell
her, like [F]this y'all

[Interlude 1]
[D][E][D][F]
[D][E][D]

[Verse 2]
There's a [F]million and one blunt
[D]spots all over the world
That got good [E]herb for [D]all
you boys and girls
Which one do you [F]go [D]to?
Which one do you [E]go [D]to
I'm packin' buddha by the pounds
and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't [F]know your
nickel [D]bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip
the track butt- naked
Catch the Local to the A to
the buddha to my vocals
And I, [F]set the world [D]on fire
Get a billion people higher,
from just one blunt in my cypher
You swore [F]to God you was
[D]mixed in bom- ba- zee
The rhymer Bomb[F]s Squads a[D]nd
MC's like Hank Shocklee
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
From fifteen to fifty- fifth
I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock,
I light a blunt for my nigga D
That's doin' three pack,
now where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause
my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, I'm rough like
McGruff on dust
There's a million and one
blunt spots in America

[Interlude 2]
Yeah I'm tellin' ya
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[E][F#][D][Fm][F]
[D][F#]

[Verse 3]
Now just [F#]throw your [F]blunts [D]up
in the motherfuckin' air
Smoked out with niggas [F]from
North Ne[D]wark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms
to synonyms
'Cause I got soul like James
Brown and Rakim 'n 'em
One [F#]of t[D]he A[F]meri[D]ca's
Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht and
Compton Most Wanted
Ninety de[F#]grees,
smoke [D]with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat,
to smoke more [D]packs with [D]the Shaolin
I showed the women how
to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work,
because [F]they Lee [D]nails got longer
But the weed is good for when
you're mackin'
And girls can front it off like
they don't know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her,
back, nick that motherfucker
So check!
My [D]stamina,
your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back [D]like
Godzill did Gamera
Props on blocks smokin
[D]the choc and what- not[D]s
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops