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8BALL AND MJG lyrics : "Runnin' Out Of Bud"


Break it down, straight outta the tip
Flockin to the 'rillo

Ain't no secret
Every month, I'm a smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent

Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn

Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover

Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'm a chain smoker
No discrimination my ^!$$%, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke

B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone

I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone



Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up

Man, my weed is smoked up
There ain't nobody left around
Nobody left around

Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around

And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud

I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I gotta go to the corner sto'

Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'



Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker

Part-time rap ^!$$%, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high

Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs


Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that !#)#

No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'm a touch it
See I'm a smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget

Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'm a be gettin this (*##$ up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty

Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me





Yeah I smoke, and I drank

Yeah I pop, and I lean
Might see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin green

Might see me, envisions with some pretty (*##$es, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'

This here is my personal ^!$$%
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke

Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides

Flyin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
$#&@in with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam

Burnin grams of that kush
Purple Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
But $#&@ the man, I'm the man

Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High like a sattelite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But (*##$, I'm gettin high tonight





I wanna get high

I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high




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