Smoke Buddah
Redman Lyrics


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Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for free
It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
It cost twenty if you're down with it
Ayo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
To ride around blitted
Cause I be feignin' for that pookie
I smoke the good sh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies
And I be, smokin' up the hotel lobby
Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin' blitz)
Ask me if I love the rap game, I, I'm loving it
Cause I can do what the ow fuck I feel is real
Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell uh to get the dills

I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow

I just love tokin', blackin' out like Tame in the open
Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin'
Froze you so fast, you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
Aw! I got the sh to get your whole click high
We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out
And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le
Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes this-a-way

I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow
Smoke Buddah, smoke Buddah

The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by
Nas whip
Niggas against smokin' weed in public places




A subdivision of I-K-S-R-F-O
I'm knockin' somebody right the fuck out

Overall Meaning

In "Smoke Buddah," Redman talks about his love for smoking weed and how it's become a problem for him. He mentions how his knees buckle when he smokes too much, and how he rides around in a hooptie with tinted windows when he's blazed. He also talks about holding it down for his hometown of Brick City and name-checks fellow rappers E Double and Keith Murray. He spits rhymes about smoking up the hotel lobby and getting mad fucked up with his real pals.


Throughout the song, Redman raps about how he loves to get high and how he doesn't care what anyone thinks. He mentions that he blacks out when he smokes and how he can get his whole crew high with just one hit. He even threatens to whip out his gun if anyone acts funny while smoking with him.


Overall, "Smoke Buddah" is a tribute to Redman's love for smoking weed and his laid-back, carefree attitude.


Line by Line Meaning

Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Redman has an addiction to smoking weed.


Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch
He gets dizzy and his knees feel wobbly when rolling or smoking weed from a dutch.


Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for free
Redman won't share his weed for free.


It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
Redman is smoking weed with E Double-E and Keith Murray.


It cost twenty if you're down with it
He will charge you twenty dollars if you want to smoke weed with him.


Ayo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
Redman drives around in a car with tinted windows.


To ride around blitted
He drives around while super high.


Cause I be feignin' for that pookie
He is craving the feeling of smoking weed.


I smoke the good sh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies
He smokes high-quality weed and keeps low-quality weed for his fans.


And I be, smokin' up the hotel lobby
He smokes weed in hotel lobbies.


Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
He smokes a lot of weed and gets high, as if he is always between sheets and feeling like the Isley Brothers.


I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see
He is representing the city of Newark, New Jersey.


K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
He encourages you to smoke weed politely.


(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin' blitz)
Smoke weed if you're cruising and getting high.


Ask me if I love the rap game, I, I'm loving it
Redman enjoys the rap game.


Cause I can do what the ow fuck I feel is real
He can say and do what he wants, regardless of what other people think.


Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell uh to get the dills
He is smoking weed with D. Don and offers to sell you some weed.


I just love tokin', blackin' out like Tame in the open
Redman enjoys smoking weed and becoming so high that he blacks out.


Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
He has high-quality weed, and there's no need to bother and see if it's legit.


Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin'
He passed the weed by blowing it directly into your mouth while smoking with you.


Froze you so fast, you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
He got you so high and frozen that you look like Madonna's famous pose in Vogue magazine.


Aw! I got the sh to get your whole click high
He has high-quality weed that can get The whole group high.


We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out
If you act weird or try to do something bad, he will take out his weapon.


And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le
His friends will also have weapons and will use them if necessary.


Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes this-a-way
He will use weapons if you disrespect or mess with him.


The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by
The song is sponsored by Nas' whip and the group called Niggas against smoking weed in public places (a subdivision of I-K-S-R-F-O).


To all my real dogs, all my real pals
To all his real friends.


Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow
If you're not smoking weed, you can go away.


Smoke Buddah, smoke Buddah
Let's smoke weed.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES AMBROSE JOHNSON, REGGIE NOBLE

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