Cypress Hill lyrics

Cypress Hill lyrics

"High Times lyrics"

Roller Disco lyrics
The first time that I met my mate Was in the roller rink where I went to skate It was early in the decade around '83 Back then Maskell's was the place to be Pay two quid for your entry fee I glide into the arena, ecstasy When you were seven you didn't realise Most of the ad
Now this some baaad weeed...

[B'Real:]
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
I can remember when I could only get
2 Hookers And An 8 Ball lyrics
Two hookers and an eight ball Can you believe that I write this shit Two hookers and an eight ball Stupid people thinkin' I am cool I definitely give myself props And that way I always get what I want I always try to keep my edge With two hookers and an eight ball
sess in those days
Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need
True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
Before We Die lyrics
Before We Die *Can the creatious night learn to prototize?* The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully. And now I watch the people rolling by my window, Wondering if they have found what they are looking for. 'Cause everyone has, *has that* song inside that will fore
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Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another

Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe I usta look like that way back when
When m
Magic Me lyrics
Innocent angel with your evil mind But not around to see me plot the perfect crime It makes me dizzy thinking just what you might do And if you should find that I'm as evil as you Magic Me, know just what you hide girl, Magic me It isn't just talent 'cause it took me y
y nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record
Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light

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