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Album: Miscellaneous (1993)
Artists: Cypress Hill

  1. A To The K
  2. Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix)
  3. Can I Live
  4. Case Closed
  5. Crossfire
  6. Goin' All Out, Nothin' to Lose
  7. Hands on the Pump
  8. Hit 'em High (the Monstar's Anthem)
  9. I'm Still #1
  10. Illusions (Q-Tip Remix)
  11. Just Another Victim (Tazz Theme)
  12. Killa Hill Niggas
  13. Kronologik
  14. Legalize It
  15. Lock Down
  16. Low Rider
  17. Lunatics In The Grass
  18. Mary Jane
  19. Men Of Steel
  20. Muevete (Make a Move
  21. National Education Week *
  22. Real Thing
  23. Red, Meth & B
  24. Rock Superstar
  25. Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
  26. Scooby Doo
  27. Shoot 'em Up
  28. Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk (remix)
  29. Tequila Sunrise (radio Edit)
  30. Tequila Sunrise (remix Radio Edit)
  31. Tequila Sunrise (Spanish Version)
  32. Tequila Sunrise (uncensored Remix)
  33. Tequila Sunrise - Spanish Version
  34. Throw Your Set In The Air
  35. Weed Man (Bonus Track)
  36. Whatta You Know
  37. When The Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix)


Cypress Hill
Miscellaneous
Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
Intro:

(*guy toking up*)
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha 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
Cos 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 lighters?
So i can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, i wish i had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
That it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and i still get faded

Chorus:

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*

(i'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
*repeat*

Verse 2: (sen dogg), b-real

(east coast hittin that blunt), west coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a 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 guess guy ????
(as i keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(puto won't be holdin out on the big bag)

Chorus

(i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*
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