|
Lyrics for 'Roll It Up Light It Up Smoke It Up' by 'Cypress Hill'
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 1: 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 2: (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*
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
0-9
|