Cypress Hill - Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke it Up lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke it Up lyrics]
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this '95
It's, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket
For my fat weed sack
Cause, I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my
Zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause
The shit is so sticky
That it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But, it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter
Bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no
Lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
"I'm the freaker
The one freaks the funk" repeat scratch
(East Coast hittin that blunt)
West Coast hittin that honeydip
Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
Roll it up (light it up) , smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the yesca, mota
As I keep runnin from the Chota
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(Puto don't be holdin out on the big bag)
"I'm the freaker
The one freaks the funk" repeat to fade
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this '95
It's, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket
For my fat weed sack
Cause, I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my
Zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause
The shit is so sticky
That it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But, it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter
Bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no
Lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
"I'm the freaker
The one freaks the funk" repeat scratch
(East Coast hittin that blunt)
West Coast hittin that honeydip
Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
Roll it up (light it up) , smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the yesca, mota
As I keep runnin from the Chota
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(Puto don't be holdin out on the big bag)
"I'm the freaker
The one freaks the funk" repeat to fade