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From the Buddah, comin' at you live. Direct with the biggest, fattest joint. Comin' in with endo flavors. From Buddah, comin' at ya like this. '95 It's Friday mornin', where the weed at? Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack. Cuz' I wanna get high Like a plane, in the sky With the endo cloud in my brain. Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighter? So I can roll it and set on fire. Damn, I wish I had scissors Cuz' this shit is so sticky That it's stickin' on my fuckin' fingers. But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one-hita-quita, Bombay shit Let's toke a bowl. I wanna do a joint venture Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center Impregnated lookin' joint Fuck it, I can smoke it And I still get faded! Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale (4x) I'm the freaker, The one who freaks the funk (4x) East coast hittin' that blunt West coast hittin' that honey dew Mighty wanna joint and I want another hit Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up I wanna stimulate ma mind, so I toke it up. Can I get a hit? Can I get a who. Gimmie that fat bag of weed and a brew So I can get faded, elavated Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it I stand true to the guest eye As I keep runnin from the truth. Gimmie that weed fool, and your zigs zags Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag. Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale (4x) I'm the freaker, The one who freaks the funk (4x) |