SINGER: Cypress Hill

SONG:Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up

(*guy toking up*)
fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
direct with the biggest, fattest joint
comin in with indo flavors
fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
[b-real]
it's, friday mornin, where the weed at?
let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
cause 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 cause the shit is so sticky that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
but it's smokeable, double tokeable
i got the one-hitter quitter bombay shit that's tokeable
i wanna do a joint venture
let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
i can smoke it and i still get faded
[chorus: repeat 4x]
roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
inhale, exhale
"i'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" {*repeat scratch 4x*}
[b-real] + (sen dog)
(east coast hittin that blunt), west coast hittin that honeydip
marijuana 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 yesca, mota as i keep runnin from the chota
gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(puto don't be holdin out on the big bag)
[chorus]
"i'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" {*repeat to fade*}