Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke it Up

Lyrics

[Intro: B-Real] Funk buddha comin' at' ya live Direct, with the biggest, fattest joint Comin' in with indo flavors Funk buddha comin' at ya like this ('95) [Verse 1: 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 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 gettin' on my fuckin' fingers But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one-hitter-quitter Bombay shit that's chokeable I wanna do a joint venture Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center The impregnated lookin' joint, fuck it I can smoke it, and I still get faded [Chorus: B-Real] 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 [Post-Chorus: B-Real] I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up) I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up) I'm— I'm-I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, roll it up, light it up, light it up) I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Roll it up, light it up) 'Freaks the funk— [Verse 2: 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: B-Real] 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 [Post-Chorus: B-Real] I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up) I'm the freaker— I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Smoke it up, light it up, light it up, smoke it up) I'm the freaker— I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Smoke it up, blaze it up, fire it up, light it up) I'm the freaker— I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, light it up, fire it up, smoke it up, fire it up) I'm the freaker— I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, smoke it up, light it up, light it up) I'm the freaker— I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Smoke it up, smoke it up, blaze it up, light it up) I'm the freaker— I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk (Light it up, light it up, light it up, smoke it up)