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Some information about High Times Lyrics Title: Cypress Hill - High Times lyrics Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Cypress Hill IV Visitors: 6 visitors have visited High Times Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Now this some baaad weeed... B Real: The very first time I hit the weed I was young Coughin up a lunghigh strungback in 81 Goin to schoolhittin the buddah behind the bleachers Comin to class highsellin the lye to the teachers Nickel bagnickel bagdime 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 outI was plantin my seeds Homegrownbackyard boogieI m still stoned Got my weed plants taller than your telephone s corner I can remember when I could only get sess in those days Now I m rockin that chocolate thaiskunk and the haze Roll a fat onepass 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 bookhow to roll it then pass it Light itgrow itsell it and then divide it Mr. GreenthumbDr. WeedI proceed to give the herb man what they need True indeedblow your fuckin smoke up in the sky And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light Chorus: Grab the weed uppack it input it in the pipe Light it upsmoke a bowlwe puffin the lye right Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother Take a puffthat s enoughand pass it to another Get the weed sacksmoke it uptil it s all gone No roaches up in the ashtraysmoke 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 weedby a brother That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover Maybe I usta look like that way back when When my 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 poundquarter poundpound to a quarter Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border Long hairsbald headsdreads 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 bongphilly or dutchessgive me the light Chorus Hottest songs from Cypress Hill : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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