Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up

Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up Lyrics

Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke it Up
from Friday soundtrack

(*guy toking up*)
f**kin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
f**kin 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 f**k 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 sh*t is so sticky
that it's gettin on my f**kin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter bombay sh*t 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, f**k 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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