CYPRESS HILL - Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke it Up lyrics

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[guy toking up]

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

[B-Real]

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

[Chorus: x4]

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [scratch x4]

[B-Real + (Sen Dog)]

(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)

[Chorus]

"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [repeat to fade]