[guy toking up]
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Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
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Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
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Comin in with indo flavors
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Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
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'95
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[B-Real]
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It's, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
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Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
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Cause I wanna get high like a plane
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in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
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Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
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So I can roll it and set it on fire
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Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
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that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
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But it's smokeable, double tokeable
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I got the one-hitter quitter bombay shit that's tokeable
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I wanna do a joint venture
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Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
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Impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
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I can smoke it and I still get faded
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[Chorus: x4]
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Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
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Inhale, exhale
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"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [scratch x4]
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[B-Real + (Sen Dog)]
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(East Coast hittin that blunt), West Coast hittin that honeydip
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Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
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Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
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I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
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Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
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Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
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so I can get faded, elevated
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Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
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I stand true to the yesca, mota
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as I keep runnin from the Chota
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Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
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(Puto don't be holdin out on the big bag)
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[Chorus]
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"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [repeat to fade]
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Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
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| Cypress Hill |
