Roll It Light It Lyrics - Cypress Hill

We came here to get you high 

x11 

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it 

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) 

x 3 

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it 

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) 

x 3 

Roll it, roll it 

[B-Real] 

Wanna hit of that fat sack 

Betta come with the fat stack 

Or ya might get rat packed 

Blow smoke in ya face 

When I'm in the place 

Feel the bass go shakin' that ass, Jack 

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Got the club jumpin' off 

Whatcha poppin' on 

When I pump the song, get a crew cuz 

Get on the floor when we come in the door 

Lemme show you how we do 

Yeah we go for the gusto 

Made a call to Rusko 

Make ya feelin' that rush, So 

Hit that spliff and blaze that blunt 

Don't look at me funny 

I'll say what I want 

Don't ask for the cash back 

Cuz a spark make a flash-back 

Your rep, I'll trash that 

Gonna blaze with my hash [?] 

Watch these scary bitches 

Call Hazmat! 

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Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) 

x 3 

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it 

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) 

x 3 

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it 

Whenever we roll 

Whenever we load a bowl 

People crowd around 

We take control 

It's impossible 

With the weed I hold 

For you not to get down 

What you hear in the first place 

You came to the worst place 

I'm high gonna surface 

If you don't what that green 

Split the scene or state your purpose 

We don't want no fat butt 

You wanna see us get fed up 

We don't fall for the set up, get up 

Look at you now 

You about to go head-up 

My flow got sped up 

You hos got wet-up 

Good luck tryin'a get up, met up 

Take a hit and feel this shit 

Don't drink from the red cup 

[Sen Dog] 

We still on the come-up 

And we come with our guns up 

And this ain't about dumb luck 

Got my hands on a [?] 

Like [?] like a dump truck 

Hear the crowd get loud when you about to hit the stage 

Shut 'em down, get 'em pumped up 

It's the smokin' section in both directions 

Everybody 'bout to get fucked up 

What I got in my sack gonna blow ya hair back 

So you betta not touch! 

What I say "that shit", know I mean "that shit" 

Others might play games, but not us 

It goes pack your bowls, light your blunts 

Let's get high, get fucked up 

Lost your stash, that's your ass 

Go and buy another bag 

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) 

x 3 

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it 

Pack your bowls, light your blunts (Light it) 

x 3 

Roll it, roll it, roll it, light it