CYPRESS HILL

CYPRESS HILL - Roll It, Light It feat Rusko lyrics

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We came here to get you high

x11

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it)

x 3

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it)

x 3

Roll it, roll it

[B-Real]

Wanna hit of that fat sack

Betta come with the fat stack

Or ya might get rat packed

Blow smoke in ya face

When I'm in the place

Feel the bass go shakin' that ass, Jack

Got the club jumpin' off

Whatcha poppin' on

When I pump the song, get a crew cuz

Get on the floor when we come in the door

Lemme show you how we do

Yeah we go for the gusto

Made a call to Rusko

Make ya feelin' that rush, So

Hit that spliff and blaze that blunt

Don't look at me funny

I'll say what I want

Don't ask for the cash back

Cuz a spark make a flash-back

Your rep, I'll trash that

Gonna blaze with my hash [?????]

Watch these scary bitches

Call Hazmat!

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it)

x 3

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it)

x 3

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it

Whenever we roll

Whenever we load a bowl

People crowd around

We take control

It's impossible

With the weed I hold

For you not to get down

What you hear in the first place

You came to the worst place

I'm high gonna surface

If you don't what that green

Split the scene or state your purpose

We don't want no fat butt

You wanna see us get fed up

We don't fall for the set up, get up

Look at you now

You about to go head-up

My flow got sped up

You hos got wet-up

Good luck tryin'a get up, met up

Take a hit and feel this shit

Don't drink from the red cup

[Sen Dog]

We still on the come-up

And we come with our guns up

And this ain't about dumb luck

Got my hands on a [?????]

Like [?????] like a dump truck

Hear the crowd get loud when you about to hit the stage

Shut 'em down, get 'em pumped up

It's the smokin' section in both directions

Everybody 'bout to get fucked up

What I got in my sack gonna blow ya hair back

So you betta not touch!

What I say "that shit", know I mean "that shit"

Others might play games, but not us

It goes pack your bowls, light your blunts

Let's get high, get fucked up

Lost your stash, that's your ass

Go and buy another bag

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it)

x 3

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it)

x 3

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it

Thanks to Jason for correcting these lyrics

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