Kottonmouth Kings - Buddha Headz Lyrics

We take the Buddha to the head!
I’m on a car bus, buzzing, bumping, willy
OG, Kush, crawling in my Philly
Stone silly, dazed and confused.
Obama said pot was cool on the news.
Am I tripping, or strictly blazed
The cruel road whip burns pounds in days
It’s amazing, the stars spangled banner
One stay one, one joint put you in the slammer.

Chirp-Chrip West Side Buddha headz
Kottonmouth Kings, our eyes are bloodshot red.
We smoke in and when we keep it filled up
We’re back with another record,
Bitch, we don’t give a fuck!
Don’t think it was done, cause we dip for a minute.
Johnny Richter left the band, and you thought that it ended
We fired out manager; it feels like a new beginning
Kottonmouth Kings it’s my life ???

Hook: (x2)
Pass that Buddha head
Eyes are bloodshot, red
Smoking Buddha's, yes
Pass that Buddha over to the left!

Hey, yo, the pots over here
American marijuana, the shadow so clear
I’mma bet, I’mma bet that the cops shed a tear.
When every single population keep the herb near.
We want weed when we want it, right where we’re all up on it, yeah
I thought you’re .. only fucking with the chronic bud
But in this pack there will be dud
Like few scattered away, firecracker hit the stage
Come one!

God daman it, it’s crazy ass day
Colorado got 57 strains.
Get brains, back California
Home sweet home where the Buddha headz swarm ya.
The drug lords such a waste
In Cally the feds are still doing raids
Play the hatsfast up in Seattle
Pacific North-West where the grownrooms battle.

Hook: (x2)
Pass that Buddha head
Eyes are bloodshot, red
Smoking Buddha's, yes
Pass that Buddha over to the left!
(We take the Buddha to the head!)

A what's your name, homie, they call me D-Loc
I’m from the from the Kushfornia coast,
where we party the most!
See the bounce to get lost with the gangsta hoes
Home with the primetime the Lakers show
dre, snoop, king, dash, tiger lamars, Cypress Hill, be real,
It’s the West Coast all star!
Kim Kardashian’s ass, fast cars
Dirtbikes and backflips, And much, much more

Slam this piggy pig, Kush to the wig
Keep me bubbling and doubling down my dab hit
No one fucking with my high
Six shut up on my rib cage, itching to fly
W-W-W-West side!
I’m a Buddha head, rolling and bonging the feeling
I’m roaming, moving heavyweight across the border farsight,
You should give us a try, you will stay high
Pitty for the fool it ain’t a customer and lung dry.

Hook: (x2)
Pass that Buddha head
Eyes are bloodshot, red
Smoking Buddha's, yes
Pass that Buddha over to the left!

Thanks to KILLERKRONIC for correcting these lyrics
 

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