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Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up lyrics
(*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
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[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*}
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