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THE LYRIC OF HIGH TIMES , CYPRESS HILL'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of High Times, Cypress Hill's song

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

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