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Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind Seek deep inside, tell me what you find Come on (come on, come on, come on...) Who be the ones steppin' in the room? Everybody welcome to the temple of boom Bap, let me see ya fat indo sack and get weeded Somebody, everybody need it Marijuana, marijuana, do ya wanna Give me love when I put the flame on ya? Homie, I'm the one wit' the shotgun in the closet Next to the Glad bags full of chronic Puto, don't ya be steppin' with ya hands open Askin' me, "can I get a hit of whatcha smokin'?" I ain't got no kind of love for a brother Who comes to the party with no bud I be the smokinest, indo-blazin', funk buddha Everybody wanted it, now they talkin' about the hooter Up until the summer of '91 Wasn't no muthafuckas talkin' 'bout smokin' blunts From the West Coast to the East Coast Everybody be braggin', but I'm the one who be puffin' most First it started with the nickel, then the dime then the 20 Spendin' up all my money Now, I roll with an elbow With the pound in the pad smokin' up the indo Just take a deep breath (ahh) Hit it then pass it to the left You can keep the muthafuckin' stress Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh yeah Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air Do you wanna spark another owl? (Smoke another owl) Do you wanna spark another owl? (Smoke another owl) Everybody spark another owl (the owl) Everybody spark another owl (you can puff another owl) I wanna spark another owl (spark another owl) I wanna spark another owl (yeah, the owl) Do you wanna spark another owl? (Spark another owl) Do you wanna spark another owl? (Owl) Yeah, as stroll the ways of the buddha mastas Brings me to the temple of boom I see people everywhere startin' to understand the point When I'm talkin' about the joint Talkin' about that marijuana Talkin' about the sensi' Talkin' about the kind, mota, boca loa-loa Maui Waui, Luger's award-winning The Mexican green bud, cheeba, cheeba y'all Yesca, Humboldt County, the crypt The Chocolate Thai, the Afghani The Michoacan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded We're here at Hemp TV We're with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam And we're listening to their new album I'm stoned, I'm outta here, goodbye folks
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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