Artist/Band:
Cypress Hill
Lyrics for Song: Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
Lyrics for Album: Strictly Hip-Hop: Best of Cypress Hill [2010]
From the Buddah, comin' at you live.
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint.
Comin' in with endo flavors.
From Buddah, comin' at ya like this.
'95
It's Friday mornin', where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack.
Cuz' I wanna get high
Like a plane, in the sky
With the endo cloud in my brain.
Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighter?
So I can roll it and set on fire.
Damn, I wish I had scissors
Cuz' this shit is so sticky
That it's stickin' on my fuckin' fingers.
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hita-quita, Bombay shit
Let's toke a bowl.
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
(4x)
I'm the freaker,
The one who freaks the funk
(4x)
East coast hittin' that blunt
West coast hittin' that honey dew
Mighty wanna joint
and I want another hit
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate ma mind,
so I toke it up.
Can I get a hit? Can I get a who.
Gimmie that fat bag of weed and a brew
So I can get faded, elavated
Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it
I stand true to the guest eye
As I keep runnin from the truth.
Gimmie that weed fool, and your zigs zags
Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag.
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
(4x)
I'm the freaker,
The one who freaks the funk
(4x)
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