Where Da Bud At (Crazy Off da Budsack) Three 6 Mafia

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-
Whe-where the bud at? Where the-

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sometimes I just wonder
Why come I commit all these murders when full of the ganja?
I smoke at the sack
And I load up the full metal jacket like I'm in a trauma
Drama, the drama begins to blow up, I'm corrupt off the onion
Indo blunts, light buds, when I light up the fuse
I light niggas in dungeons
That I place with the nina, the nina
I roll up a bl'izz'unt as big as my finger
Watch as I choke off the spliff, and rip up niggas like wars in Korea
Chief on the reefer that come from a hundred acres down in Panama
When the smoke fills my jaws, I wanna kill bitches with chainsaws
Dog, I close the doors, the windows, and get lost in the fog
The smoke is so thick in my room, I can't even see the fuckin' walls
Chase it down with a 64 ounce of beer everyday as a sequel
Then I want to go and murder some bitches with a 50 caliber Desert Eagle
Deeper, steeper, damn I'm full of reefer
Peep the creeper, I don't like you neither
Nigga, know you got that shit, fool, where the shit at?
Scarecrow, I get so crazy off the budsack, bitch