High Times Lyrics by Cypress Hill

High Times Lyrics

    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

    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

    Chorus

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