They first appeared on the rap scene with their 1993 album Comin' Out Hard. The album was successful commercially as well as critically and established the group as a prominent act in the then emerging Southern Rap scene. Their subsequent albums in the 1990s including 1994's On the Outside Looking In, and 1995's On Top of the World cemented their status as some of the South's best rappers. On Top of the World was particularly succeessful, peaking at #8 on the Billboard Hot 200 and being certified Gold. After those albums both 8Ball & MJG released solo albums, first MJG's No More Glory in 1997 and then 8Ball's Lost in 1998. They reunited in 1999 to release their fourth album as a group, titled In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1
For their later releases they signed with Bad Boy Records. Their first album for Bad Boy Records, Living Legends, was certified Gold by the RIAA. Their second album on Bad Boy Records was titled Ridin High and was released in March 2007.
Commercially one of the high points of 8Ball & MJG's career was their being featured on Three 6 Mafia's hit song "Stay Fly" in 2005. That song peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, which is the biggest hit of Three 6 Mafia's career and the biggest hit for 8Ball & MJG. The song was a collaboration between two of the most successful rap groups from the state of Tennessee, where Three 6 Mafia also hail from.
Today 8Ball and MJG also head their own record labels. 8Ball heads 8 Ways Entertainment (distributed by Koch Entertainment), while MJG heads MJG Muzik. On their label are the young, up and coming Memphis duo, Da Volunteers, who are widely known throughout the Southern United States for their 2006 single, "What's Yo Favorite Color?", which glorifies their neighborhood of Orange Mound.
In September 2007, 8Ball and MJG signed deals in Sacramento, CA with Real Talk Entertainment 8Ball released a group album with E.D.I of the Outlawz entitled Doin' It Big on April 1, 2008 and MJG released a solo album entitled Pimp Tight on April 29, 2008.
In June 2008 the group announced that they have officially signed onto T.I.'s record label Grand Hustle.
Runnin' Out Of Bud
8Ball & MJG Lyrics
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Flockin to the 'rillo
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma 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
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'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, 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 nigga, 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 Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma 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'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
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'
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 bitches, 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 nigga
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
Fuckin 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 fuck the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High like a satellite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
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'
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
The song "Running Out of Bud" by 8Ball & MJG is a passionate ode to smoking marijuana. The running theme throughout the song is the fear of running out of weed and having to go to the corner store to buy more. The artists emphasize the importance of smoking good weed, with references to high potency and the best strains of marijuana. The artists describe an ideal smoking session, cruising in a Chevy, smoking "something steady mayn", and relaxing in a safe place with friends. The song also touches on the struggles and consequences of addiction, with references to being a "drug-addict" and risking legal consequences, while still yearning for the high.
Line by Line Meaning
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Let me explain it step by step
Flockin to the 'rillo
Rolling up a cigarillo
Ain't no secret
It's no surprise
Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow
Every month, I'll smoke a large amount of marijuana
(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
I keep my marijuana very strong
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Strong marijuana that can make anyone cough
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Ride with me in my Chevy
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Driving slowly while rolling a blunt
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Going to my safe and quiet house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
Invite my friends, locate the weed, and get a pound
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
I used to store my weed in a hidden place in my car
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
Where I kept my pre-rolled joints because I smoke a lot
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
I don't care if you're poor
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
But they don't contribute to good quality weed
B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Bring your own marijuana
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
Either share your weed or smoke what you brought
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone
But then I realized that everyone had left
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone
I should have known they would leave when there was no more weed
Man, my weed is smoked up
I smoked all my weed
There ain't nobody left around
No one is left
And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm running out of marijuana
I gotta go to the corner sto'
I have to go to the corner store to buy more
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
I always have a large amount of strong weed
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
I'm a rapper sometimes, but always a marijuana smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
Wake up and smoke as soon as I open my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Rolling a blunt, craving my morning smoke
Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
Break up the marijuana, roll it, and let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Light it up and start smoking
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs
Breathe in the smoke and fill my lungs
Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb
Hold the smoke for a while, exhale, and feel the effects
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
Addicted to marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
Only smoke the best quality marijuana
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
I only buy expensive high-quality marijuana
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
If it's good, I'll smoke it regardless of the cost
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
My girlfriend wants to smoke, but she can't handle too much
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
I've seen this happen before and I know how to handle it
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Smoke all the weed until it's gone
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
Everyone left and I'm alone now
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
I smoke and drink alcohol
Yeah I pop, and I lean
I use drugs and lean or sway
Might see me on M.L. King
You might see me on Martin Luther King Boulevard
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Driving fast while smoking marijuana
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
You might see me with attractive women, living large
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
You might see me performing with my musical partner, Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
Driving a heavy Chevy while carrying marijuana
This here is my personal nigga
This is my own personal stash
This here is not for work
This is not for selling, only for personal use
Years ago, I was broke
I used to be poor
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
I couldn't afford to smoke weed or buy a nice car
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I smoke expensive, high-quality marijuana
Now I push them foreign rides
Now I drive expensive foreign cars
Flyin in that G-4
Flying in a private jet
Goin to do them foreign shows
Going to perform shows in other countries
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
Wearing expensive foreign clothing
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Having sex with foreign women
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
You might see me in Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Smoking a lot of high-quality marijuana
Purple Haze and Indica
Smoking different strains of marijuana
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Drinking vinegar to try and pass a drug test
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
Afraid my parole officer will drug test me
But fuck the man, I'm the man
I'm in control, not the authorities
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Currently in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
Spending money and smoking hash
High like a satellite
Very high
I might get locked up tomorrow
I could get arrested soon
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
But tonight, I'm going to smoke and get high
I wanna get high
I want to smoke marijuana and get high
I'm gonna get high
I am going to smoke marijuana and get high
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: TONY CASTILLO, MARLON GOODWIN, ROBERT KELLY, MICHAEL RENDER, PREMRO SMITH, ROBERT S. KELLY, MARLON J. GOODWIN, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER
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