Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up

Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It 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 '95 It's, Friday mornin', where the weed at? Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cause I want to 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 want to 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 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 (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 want to 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) Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale