High Times lyrics

Artist  : Cypress Hill 
Song : High Times



 Send "High Times" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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 f**kin 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 f**kin 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 f**kin smoke up in the sky and get
high
With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the
light

Chorus