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letra de where da bud at (crazy off da budsack) - three 6 mafia

[verse 1: lord infamous]
sometimes i just wonder how come i commit all these murders when full of the ganja
i smoke up the second, i load up the full metal jacket
like i’m in a trauma
drama, the drama begins to blow up
indo blunts like then i let off the fuse for all the n-ggas with doctors
then i post with the nina, the nina, i roll up a blizzunt as thick as my finger
watch as i choke off this spliff and rip them n-ggas like wars in korea
chief of the reefer, the cause of a hundred acres down in panama
when the smoke fills my jaws i wanna k!ll b-tches with chainsaws
doc, i close the doors and windows and get lost in the fog
the smoke is so thick in my room i can’t even see the f-cking walls
chase it down with a 6-4 ounce of beer every day as a sequel
then i want to go and murder some b-tches with a 50 caliber desert eagle
deeper, steeper, d-mn i’m full of reefer, peep the creeper, i don’t like you neither
n-gga, know you got that sh-t, fool, where the sh-t at?
scarecrow, i get so crazy off the bud sac

[hook]
crazy off the bud sac
crazy off the bud sac
scarecrow, i get so crazy off the bud sac
crazy off the bud sac
crazy off the bud sac
scarecrow, i get so crazy off the bud sac
crazy off the bud
crazy off the bud
crazy off the bud
crazy off the bud
crazy off the bud
crazy off the bud
crazy off the bud sac
crazy off the bud sac

[verse 2: lord infamous]
as i chief up on the leaf, a swisher sweet
i see this n-gga, he is tryin to creep, on me, lord infamous
call me the scarecrow, ammo -full clip unload, this n-gga smoked
now he gone, didn’t believe this song, i shoot that tone
it goes on, and on and on, and on and on
(i’m the zone?), my mind it floats, off indo dope
ain’t no hope as i peep through the scope, with the bud in my throat
so it’s lit, f-ck up your sh-t with panic off the blinker
evacuate the f-cking area cause i’m so sinister with the street sweeper
deeper, i’m deeper than devils that drill in the depths of haiti’s
maybe i’m hazy -the hizzit is gotten me crazy
i’m dazing i’m dazing, always so amazing
spray these sagging glazing gaunga bizzich hit it says me
c-ck back the gat, then i lay down a few sheets, pack the zig zags
no love jack, n-gga where the bud sac?

- three 6 mafia

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