Light It Up

Ole Buddah, coming atcha life Direct with the biggest fattest joint Coming in with indo flavors From Buddha, comin atcha like this in '95 It's Friday morning, 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 getting on my fuckin' fingers But it's smokeable, double tokable, I got the one-hitter and the Bombay shit that?s tokable I wanna do a joint venture Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center The impregnated-looking joint, fuck it, I can smoke it and still get faded 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 (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) East Coast hittin' that blunt West Coast hittin' that honey-dipped marijuana joint And 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 woooo Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom So I can get faded, elevated, smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it I stand true to the yesca (mota) as I keep runnin' from the chota Gimme that weed fool and ya Zig Zags puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag 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 (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk) (I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)