(*guy toking up*)
f***** buddha comin atcha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
f***** buddha comin atcha like this
95
Verse 1: b-real
Its 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 f*** are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
d***, I wish I had scissors cos the s*** is so sticky
That its gettin on my f***** fingers
But its smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay s*** thats tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there aint no lump in the g****** centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, f*** it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Chorus:
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*
(Im 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 wont be holdin out on the big bag)
Chorus
(Im the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*
f***** buddha comin atcha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
f***** buddha comin atcha like this
95
Verse 1: b-real
Its 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 f*** are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
d***, I wish I had scissors cos the s*** is so sticky
That its gettin on my f***** fingers
But its smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay s*** thats tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there aint no lump in the g****** centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, f*** it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Chorus:
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*
(Im 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 wont be holdin out on the big bag)
Chorus
(Im the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*