Cypress Hill - High Times Lyrics

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Now this some bad weed

The very first time i hit the weed i was young

Coughing up a lung high strung back in '81

Going to school hitting the buddha behind the bleachers

Coming to class high selling the lie to the teachers

Nickel bag nickel bag dime to a nickel

Selling joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle

Others wanted the 40 but i wanted the weed

While everybody was running out i was planting my seeds

Homegrown backyard boogie i'm still stoned

Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's pole

I can remember when i could only get sess in those days

Now i'm rocking 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

Amateur of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field

Spilling the weed plant fucking dookies with no skill

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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 fucking smoke up in the sky

And get high with your bong

Or your philly or duchess give me a light

Grab the weed up pack it in put it in the pipe

Light it up smoke a bowl we puffing 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 use ta spend money but now i'm growing 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 use ta look like that way back when

When my nigga sen dog was around sipping 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

Making trips to mexico running 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 making and taking a hit record

Blow your fucking smoke up in the sky and get high

With the bong philly or duchess give me the light

Grab the weed up pack it in put it in the pipe

Light it up smoke a bowl we puffing 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

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