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Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill


Информация
Откуда South Gate, California, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Latin Rap
Rap Metal
Годы 1988—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Sony BMG Music Entertainment
Sony Music
Priority Records
Ruffhouse Records
См. также D12
Snoop Dogg
John Frusciante
Pearl Jam
Tom Morello
Rage Against the Machine
Soundgarden
Beastie Boys
House of Pain
Everlast
Sonic Youth
Deftones
Сайт Website
Состав
B-Real
DJ Muggs
Eric Bobo
Sen Dog
Бывшие участники
Mellow Man Ace



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Текст песни "Light It Up"


Ole Buddah coming at your life
Direct with the biggest fattest joint
Coming in with indo flavors
From Buddha, comin' at you like this in '95

It's Friday morning, 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 lighter?
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 getting on my fuckin' fingers

But it's smoke-able, double tokable
I got the one-hitter
And the Bombay shit that's tokable
I wanna do a joint venture

Let me make sure there ain't no lump
In the goddamn center
The impregnated-looking joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk

East Coast hittin' that blunt West Coast
Hittin' that honey-dipped marijuana joint
And 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 woo?
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it

I stand true to the yesca
(Mota)
As I keep runnin' from the chota
Gimme that weed, fool, and your Zig Zags
Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk

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