Songtexte:
Bush Bud

yeah money did it all for you it's easy did it all for you baby ow these are the days of load up reach baby ow my knee it's hard this did it all

Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas The Ballers dem a Ball Angola like Atlanta A pure plane take off Bush Gardens inna Mali Chicago inna

cause up in my town There their ain't no cush and plantin' bushes the po's is crooked You'll see me creepin' up out of the bushes Look at the pain imposed

Bud Light Now I?ma take my time, where the gangstas at? And you can still post the wall, ***** holla back Grey Goose and yak, ***** filled wit kush I?m getting jiggy wit it smokin? on that George Bush

is no time for more scrutiny National unity preserve our community Teflon election opportunities were in profundant abundance On January second the Bush

blunts Ya Dutchmasters and ya Backwoods And I'll turn ya seatbelt signs off [Verse 1 - Trick Daddy] I only smoke the best bud Jamaica and Bahamas got

(Yup) For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (Ay) Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush

With the most pretty light, the nuffest pretty car Ever New Year the African Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas, the ballers dem a ball Angola like Atlanta, a pure plane take off Bush

bah!) Kuniva's a street talker Heatsparker to beefstarter Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin') Throw a firebomb down your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes