Cypress Hill "Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up" |
It's Friday mornin', where the weed at? Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weeds Cuz' I wanna get high, like a plane, in the sky With the endo cloud in ma brain Where da fuck are my zig zags and my lighter So I can roll it and set on fire Damn, I wish I had scissors Cuz' this shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one hit that's with tha bombay shit that's tokeable I wanna do a joint venture Lemmie make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center Impregnated, lookin' joint, fuck it I can smoke it and I still get faded Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale (4x) East coast hittin' that blunt West coast hittin' that honey dip Mighty wanna joint, and I want another hit Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up I wanna stimulate ma mind, so I toke it up Can I get a hit? Can I get a woooo. Gimmie that fat bag a' weed in da room So I can get faded, elavated Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it I stand two to the guess guy (off by) as I keep runnin from the chota Gimmie that weed fool, and your zigs zags Too tall, don't be holdin' out on the big bag Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale (4x) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |