Cypress Hill - High Times lyrics

Now this some baaad weeed

The very first time I hit
The weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school
Hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high
Sellin the lie to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck
It like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out
I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller
Than your telephone's pole
I can remember when I could only
Get ses in those days
Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai


Skunk and the haze roll a fat one
Pass it to the left don't front
But, I hate it when they don't
Take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch of blunt-rollers are like
Rookies on the field
Spillin the weed plant fuckin
Dookies with no skill i should write a book
How to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr greenthumb, Dr weed
I proceed to give the herb man what they need
True indeed
Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong
Or your Phillie or Dutches, give me a light

Grab the weed up, pack it in
Put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl
We puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole
And hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough
And pass it to another

Get the weed sack, smoke it up
Til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray
Smoke up all the bomb
I used to spend money but
Now I'm growin the crops
But, I hate it when the pigs
Throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed
By a brother that I look like the nigga
On the zig-zag cover
Maybe I used to look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was
Around sippin on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with
The scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover shows
You how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound
Pound to a quarter
Makin trips to Mexico runnin
Down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin
It down the block i got the weed on lock
With all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy cause I makin
And takin a hit record
Blow your fuckin smoke up in
The sky and get high
With the bong, Phillie or Dutches
Give me the light

Grab the weed up, pack it in
Put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl
We puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole
And hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough
And pass it to another