Cypress Hill - Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up [HD]

Wanna Start Investing? Join with my link and we’ll both get a free stock 🤝 LYRICS: [Intro] 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 [Hook: 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) [Hook] “I’m the freaker, the one freaks the funk“ {*repeat to fade*}