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Cypress Hill
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Roll It Up, Light It Up
[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]
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