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Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up Lyrics - Artist : Cypress Hill
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 Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale "I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" "I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" "I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" "I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [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) Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale "I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" |
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