Hill Cypress High Times Lyrics

High Times Lyrics

Now this some baaad weeed...  

 B'Real:  

 The very first time I hit the weed I was young  

 Coughin up a lung  high strung  back in '81  

 Goin to school  hittin the buddah behind the bleachers  

 Comin to class high  sellin the lye to the teachers  

 Nickel bag  nickel bag  dime to a nickel  

 Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle  

 Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed  

 While everybody was runnin out  I was plantin my seeds  

 Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned  

 Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner  

 I can remember when I could only get sess in those days  

 Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze  

 Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front  

 But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt  

 A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field  

 Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill  

 I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it  

 Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it  

 Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they  

 need  

 True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky  

 And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light  

 Chorus:  

 Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe  

 Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right  

 Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother  

 Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another  

 Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone  

 No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb  

 I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops  

 But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot  

 It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother  

 That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover  

 Maybe I usta look like that way back when  

 When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen  

 Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk  

 We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt  

 Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter  

 Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border  

 Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks  

 Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block  

 I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods  

 Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record  

 Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high  

 With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light  

 Chorus