Where is Da Bud Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & Lord Infamous]
Aight, ay
How many of y'all motherf*ckers get higher than a motherf*cker, mane?
You know, be honest, know—
Nah, ain't no police in none of here, it's just like a survey or some
Ay, yo, yo, yo
Ay, if y'all here to this dope sh*t
Everybody who's down with me, mane, help me out one more time, mane
Let me hear y'all say "Where is the bud? Where is the bud?"
(Where is the Bud? Where is the bud?)
Say: "Where is the bud? Where is the bud?"
(Where is the bud?)
Aight, aight, aight, y'all—

[Chorus: Lord Infamous, 8Ball & MJG]
The J the O the I-N-T
The, the, the J the O the I-N-T
The, the, the J the O the I-N-T
The B, the, the, the U the, the, the D
Boost up and in—, boost up and in—
Boost up and in—, boost up and in—
Boost up and in—, boost up and in—
Boost up and increase my high
Boost up and in—, boost up and in—
Boost up and in—, boost up and in—
Boost up-boost up and in—
Boost up-boost up and increase my high
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
Quickly, I reach for my chicken then I roll it up
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I feel the need for the biggidy Bud, mane, flick a flame then I take a puff
Life is kinda hazy when you hittin' the bag of indica
n*ggas be thinkin' the Scarecrow is gonna go crazy the way I be cheifin' that blink, quarter ounce of Ink and a big ass banana leaf
See I feel the urge for the motherf*ckin' herb
The cure is the pure, takin' n*ggas to the curb, word
Top-crop why not? Motherf*ckin' chronic
The whole world is spinnin', yo, this sh*t is f*ckin' hypnotic
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherf*ckin' Buddha-Bless
Grain, broccoli, tar sticks, yo, my nig', I can't forget the dutches, black clutches, stashes of f*ckin' onion
And if you want all your brain cells dead, get you a bag of the Cambodia Red
Since I keep most of the plans on the track
I wanna know, Blac
Yo, where the bud at?

[Chorus]
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Called up the hook-up, wanna get a ounce of pine weed
Hopin' that the narcotics don't creep up behind me
Can't have the one-timers takin' down the killers
Cause b*tches be bustin' a n*gga, because we be havin' the paraphernalia
We'll take out some bags, to sack up the stash
Blowin' on a mack junt of the Cuban hash
And when we hit that b*tch we don't leave sh*t but ash
Now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash
All sold out, I heard my hook up just got busted
Can't find the bud and I'm gettin' real disgusted
Callin' up my homies tryin' to find a new connection
Lookin' for the marijuana in every direction and
Most of the motherf*ckers don't wanna give a n*gga a straight package
Other motherf*ckers got the flake ass cabbage, babbage
Lookin' for the n*ggas with the fat pregnant sacks
Yo, Blac, yo, Blac, mane
Where the bud at?
[Chorus]
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin' for the bud