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uncle phil · 10-15-2003, 04:02 AM

Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
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*

10-15-2003, 04:02 AM	#1 (permalink)
uncle phil comfortably numb... Super Moderator Location: upstate	A little something for the Flyman... Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up 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 __________________ "We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it.