Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up

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)