- Votes:
- See also:
Hill Cypress - 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
Hill Cypress - Roll It Up Light It Up Smoke It Up - http://motolyrics.com/hill-cypress/roll-it-up-light-it-up-smoke-it-up-lyrics.html
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