Cypress Hill - Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up lyrics

Intro: (*guy toking up*) f**in buddha comin at'cha live Direct with the biggest, fattest joint Comin in with indo flavours f**in 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 f** 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 sh** is so sticky That it's gettin on my f**in fingers But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one-hit that, where the bombay sh** 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, f** 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*