Hill Cypress Roll It Up Light It Up Smoke It Up Lyrics

Roll It Up  Light It Up  Smoke It Up Lyrics

Intro:  

 (*guy toking up*)  

 Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live  

 Direct with the biggest  fattest joint  

 Comin in with indo flavours  

 Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this  

 '95  

 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 fuck are my zig zags and my lighters?  

 so I can roll it and set it on fire  

 Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky  

 that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers  

 But it's smokeable, double tokeable  

 I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable  

 I wanna do a joint venture  

 Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre  

 To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it  

 I can smoke it and I still get faded  

 Chorus:  

 Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up  

 Inhale exhale  

 *repeat x3*  

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

 *repeat*  

 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)  

 Chorus  

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

 *repeat to fade