I like big buds and I cannot lie

You other stoners can’t deny

That when you walk in for an itty bitty taste

And a big bud’s in its place

You feel sprung, want to pull it tough

When you notice that pipe is stuffed

Deep with the dank for sharing

You’re hooked and can’t stop staring

Oh bud, I want to get wit’cha

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me

But that bud you got makes me so stony