High Times Lyrics - Cypress Hill Iv - Cypress Hill

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 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 

(Chorus:) 

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 

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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 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 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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