B-Real - Spark Another Owl lyrics

Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind Seek deep inside, tell me what you find Come on... [B-Real]: Who be the ones steppin' in the room Everybody welcome to the temple of boom Back, let me see ya fat indo sack And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna Give me love when I put the flame on ya Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet Next to the Glad bags full of chronic Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokein'" I ain't got no kind of love for a brother Who comes to the party, with no bud I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter Up until the summer of '91 Wasn't no mutha f**as talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts From the west coast to the east coast Everybody be braggin' But , I'm the one who be puffin' most First it started with the nickel, then the dime Then the Twenty, spendin' up all my money Now, I roll with an elbow With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo Just take a deep breath (Ahh) Hit it then pa** it to the left You can keep the mutha f**in' stress Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea) Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? Everybody spark another owl Everybody spark another owl I wanna spark another owl I wanna spark another owl Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? (Sen Dog) Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa Maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough) Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm Stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks