Cypress Hill - Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
(::Intro:::)
(::guy toking up::)
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
(::verse one::: B-Real::)
It's Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos 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 cos the shit is so sticky
that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
(::chorus:::)
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
(::repeat x3::)
(--I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
(::repeat::)
(::verse two::: (--Sen Dogg--), B-Real::)
(--East Coast hittin that blunt--), West Coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a 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 guess guy ??
(--As I keep runnin from the chop-per--)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(--Puto won't be holdin out on the big bag--)
(::chorus::)
(--I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk--)
(::repeat to fade::)
