Cypress Hill Roll It Up Lyrics

[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

[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
d___, I wish I had scissors cos the s___ 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 s___ that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the g______ centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, f___ it
I can smoke it and I still get faded


Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
[repeat x3]

(I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk

[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)


(I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
[repeat to fade]

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