"roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

inhale, exhale"

cypress hill

Insane In The Membrane..

I hope you all are feeling irie today. Dat's da one ting I miss most about being wit you mon. Being able inhale the power of Jah and feel it run tru my body. Listen mon, I jus wan ta let ya know dat it wasn't da dojah dat gave me da brain cancer mon. It was listen'n to da white people rippin' off my music and makin' a bunch of da money from it. Oh yeah and anutter ting, I'm sorry 'bout my boy runnin' around tryin' ta be me. I gave him some songs and now he wan ta be his old mon. Lennon's boy did da same ting.

One day da Rastafari will be able ta practice dey religion in dis country. Did ya know mon dat we are one of de oppressed religions in dis country of freedom of religion? Dey do it because we use de sacrament of Jah and dey wan ta oppresse us for dat. An' den in some churches dey make them drink de wine and get all drunk on dey spirt and send dem to drive home. Dat doesn't make sense mon. Speaking of sense, can any one blow some my way mon. I jus need to smell dat aroma one mo time.

Jah Rastafari!!!

Later Mon.....

Not to worry Bob. There will never be but one Bob Marley. Any of the Wailers make it to where ever you ended up? Thinking about your music flung such nostalgia over me I had to go dig up my cassettes and listen. No tokin, no smokin, no strokin, just listening in the purist form.

Thats right Yvonne.. don't inhale. ;)

Uhm....truth....the song went:

"Pick it, pack it, fire it up
Come along, and take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail"

Cypress Hill

LOL! Pretty sad I remember that mess...kind of odd I have never even tried that stuff too. ;)

Different song, Tater. But I like that one too. Yeah, I don't mess with that stuff either. ;)

Just in case you are interested, the title to the song is "Roll it up light it up smoke it up". Here's the full lyrics:

Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
Verse 1: B Real
It's 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 fuck are my zig zags and my lighters?
so I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Chorus:
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*
(I'm 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 won't be holdin out on the big bag)
Chorus
(I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*