Übersetzung: Green Bud. Once In A While.
I roll with the thugs, Where we creep to the city and look for the weed spots, Stop cause I gotta get bud, Wanna get a pound of that float stuff, some
smoke, smoke, until you choke I'm gettin a buzz, and buyin' the grub I'm goin broke for the good thai So, nigga, just pass me the bud I'm a fiend for the green
stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and
throat Can't let a me high go I'ma broke Mo Thug got the bud and it get up up on me...inhale Just split up a blunt and me roll up a fat one, make it POD
them dues We niggas wid nothing to loose, Trippin' and sippin' on brews and actin' a fool, Mo Thug be loving to smoke mo bud, fiend for the green leaves
down to the pave Puttin' them souls up off in them graves dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud
lovin' this money I'm given uo love to the hustlas All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green
when it comes to you babygirl, B.B. don't play at all [Verse 1 (Chris Brown):] On the real we need to nip this in the bud 'cause we kept it real with
godzilla And battlin king kong Straddlin lovely women And doin my thing hard Eatin rappers on my diet With a nutragrain bar Ashor with the same car Smoke bud
me out Broke in my home tryin' to sock me out But the true blue stoners never locked me out I'm easy to find, call me whenever You need some green
follow, I leave off therefore, since in net I seek to hold the wind The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings The summer has come, for every spray now springs With green
my Prada frames got me paid watch me mane I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain I got I got my fames cluttered with this bud and this name of it is Fame
like Dr. Dolittle (What's that in your pocket Ghost?) a Dill pickle (Not that) oh that's the forty-five stainless nickel I'm pullin a green, gotta G for
stepping out heavy, Just' jewels, no crew hurry My inside pants leg, I'm packing like two machetes One ratchet, two gloves and a mask Jumping out of green
ooo, yeah, mmm, uhh, ooo Pre pre pretty green bud All in my blunt Ohhh I need it We can take off now Ohh marijuana, yeah Pre pre pretty green bud All
for the Pistol 3 Back when style was the name belt buckles and Lee's Boomers, Sticky green trees ("Grip the stereo in an instant") ("And then I twist up a bud
: [Verse 1:] If you see me lookin' clean cut Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up
