Spark Another Owl
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on
Who be the ones steppin' in the room
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie I'm the one with 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 what t'cha smokein'"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party, with no bud
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the summer of '91
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' 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 Twenty, spendin' up all my money
Now, I roll with an elbow
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo
Just take a deep breath
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Everybody spark another owl
Everybody spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm
Stoned, I'm outta here, goodbye folks
In the song Spark Another Owl by Cypress Hill, the lyrics talk about the effects of marijuana and how it opens up the mind. The song describes how the herb makes people feel and invites everyone to come into the "temple of boom" and smoke together. The lyrics mention different types of marijuana, and how it started with smoking a nickel or a dime, and now they are rolling elbows with pounds of marijuana. The song encourages the listeners to smoke, pass the joint to the left, and enjoy the relaxing effects of the drug.
The lyrics also mention the acceptance of smoking marijuana in society, as before 1991, nobody talked about smoking blunts. But gradually, it became popular from the West Coast to the East Coast, and now everyone is bragging about their marijuana usage. The song stresses the importance of "weed etiquette"; for example, not showing up to a party without any bud, and not asking for a hit without contributing to the stash.
The overall message of the song is to encourage smoking marijuana, and how it brings people together, relaxes their minds, and can be used for medicinal purposes. The lyrics emphasize the different strains of marijuana that exist, and how it has become socially acceptable to smoke it.
Line by Line Meaning
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Marijuana has the power to unlock the mind and provide a deeper understanding of oneself.
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Encouraging listeners to look inward and explore their own thoughts and feelings.
Who be the ones steppin' in the room
Asking who has arrived on the scene.
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Inviting everyone to join in the party and experience the positive energy associated with smoking marijuana.
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
Asking someone to show their bag of premium marijuana.
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Implying that everyone can benefit from smoking marijuana.
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Referencing the popular slang term for marijuana.
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
When the artist lights the joint, they are showing love to the person smoking with them.
Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet
Asserting that the artist has the best weed around.
Next to the Glad bags full of chronic
Storing high-quality marijuana in airtight bags to keep it fresh.
Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open
Someone should not approach the singer with their hand out, expecting to be given free marijuana.
Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokein'"
Implying that the artist is often asked for a hit of their marijuana.
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
The singer does not have any love for people who come to the party without their own marijuana.
Who comes to the party, with no bud
People should not attend parties without contributing their own marijuana.
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
The singer is smoking top-quality marijuana, producing a smooth sensation.
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Everyone wants high-quality marijuana and speaks highly of smoking it.
Up until the summer of '91
Referencing the time period before marijuana and smoking became more popular.
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts
Smoking marijuana was not widely discussed or popular before the 1990s.
From the west coast to the east coast
Marijuana use is pervasive and popular throughout the United States.
Everybody be braggin'
People enjoy talking about the quality and enjoyment of smoking marijuana.
But , I'm the one who be puffin' most
Asserting that the artist smokes marijuana more often than most people.
First it started with the nickel, then the dime
The prices of marijuana have changed over time.
Then the Twenty, spendin' up all my money
The price of marijuana continued to rise, and the singer began to spend more money on it.
Now, I roll with an elbow
The artist now buys marijuana in larger quantities, likely an elbow or a pound.
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo
The singer is smoking high-quality marijuana in a comfortable location.
Just take a deep breath
Relax and take a deep breath.
Hit it then pass it to the left
After taking a puff of the joint, pass it to the person on the left.
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress
Marijuana can help alleviate stress and should be enjoyed.
Smoke it up, just puff it up
Encouraging listeners to continue smoking marijuana and enjoying the experience.
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
After lighting the joint, lift it in the air to celebrate the moment.
Everybody spark another owl
Inviting everyone to smoke another joint, or 'owl'.
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
Exploring the world and discovering new types of marijuana plants and uses for them.
Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
People are starting to understand the enjoyment and benefits associated with smoking marijuana.
Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
The artist is discussing the positive aspects of smoking marijuana.
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Listing off different kinds of marijuana and their benefits.
Maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Referencing different kinds of marijuana in a fun and lighthearted way.
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
Listing off additional kinds of marijuana, some of which are rumored to have unique features.
Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense
Referencing additional high-quality types of marijuana and their various benefits.
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with
Introduction of the singer and explanation of where the song is being recorded.
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm
Discussing the band and their new album.
Stoned, I'm outta here, goodbye folks
Exiting the interview and saying goodbye to viewers.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Harold Johan Ortegón
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on
Who be the ones steppin' in the room
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie I'm the one with 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 what t'cha smokein'"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party, with no bud
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the summer of '91
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' 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 Twenty, spendin' up all my money
Now, I roll with an elbow
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo
Just take a deep breath (Ahh)
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea)
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Everybody spark another owl
Everybody spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough)
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm
Stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks
Jeff david
Spark Another Owl
Cypress Hill
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on
Who be the ones steppin' in the room
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie I'm the one with 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 what t'cha smokein'"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party, with no bud
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the summer of '91
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' 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 Twenty, spendin' up all my money
Now, I roll with an elbow
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo
Just take a deep breath (Ahh)
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea)
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Everybody spark another owl
Everybody spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough)
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm
Stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks
Songwriters: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
© Universal Music Publishing Group
Youth Yared
Una vez más, los poderes de la hierba abren la mente.
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Busca en el fondo, dime lo que encuentras
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Vamos
Come on
¿Quiénes son los que entran en la habitación?
Who be the ones steppin' in the room
Todos bienvenidos al templo del boom
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Atrás, déjame ver tu saco indo gordo
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
Y ser eliminado, alguien, todo el mundo lo necesita
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, ¿quieres?
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Dame amor cuando te ponga la llama
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie soy el que tiene la escopeta, en el armario
Homie I'm the one with the shotgun, in the closet
Junto a las bolsas Glad llenas de crónicas
Next to the Glad bags full of chronic
Puto, no estés pisando, con las manos abiertas
Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open
Preguntándome "¿puedo conseguir un poco de lo que estás fumando?"
Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokein'"
No tengo ningún tipo de amor por un hermano
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Que viene a la fiesta, sin brote
Who comes to the party, with no bud
Estaré fumando esto, indo-blazin ', funk buddah
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
Todos, lo querían, ahora hablan de la bocina
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Hasta el verano del 91
Up until the summer of '91
¿No había ningún cabrón hablando de fumar blunts?
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts
De la costa oeste a la costa este
From the west coast to the east coast
Todo el mundo fanfarronea
Everybody be braggin'
Pero yo soy el que más resopla
But , I'm the one who be puffin' most
Primero comenzó con la moneda de cinco centavos, luego la moneda de diez centavos
First it started with the nickel, then the dime
Luego los Veinte, gastando todo mi dinero
Then the Twenty, spendin' up all my money
Ahora ruedo con un codo
Now, I roll with an elbow
Con la libra en la almohadilla fumando el indo
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo
Solo respira profundo
Just take a deep breath
Golpéalo y luego pásalo a la izquierda
Hit it then pass it to the left
Puedes mantener el maldito estrés mutha
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress
Fúmate, solo inflalo
Smoke it up, just puff it up
Enciéndelo, luego pon tu porro en el aire
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
¿Quieres encender otra lechuza?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
¿Quieres encender otra lechuza?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Todo el mundo enciende otro búho
Everybody spark another owl
Todo el mundo enciende otro búho
Everybody spark another owl
Quiero encender otra lechuza
I wanna spark another owl
Quiero encender otra lechuza
I wanna spark another owl
¿Quieres encender otra lechuza?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
¿Quieres encender otra lechuza?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Sí, pasear por los caminos de las buddah mastas, me lleva al
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
Templo del boom, veo gente en todas partes comenzando a entender el
Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
Punto, cuando hablo del porro, hablo de esa marihuana
Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Hablando del sentido, hablando del tipo mota boca loa-loa
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, maui, lugers of work- ready, greenba mexicano, cheeba, cheeba todos ustedes
Maui, maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humilde libra maleza, la cripta, la marea de choclate, el afgani, el
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
Meefrakan, el indo, el skonka, el sentido del mal aliento
Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense
Hola a todos, soy Kurt Loaded, estamos aquí en la televisión de cáñamo, con
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill en Amsterdam estamos escuchando su nuevo álbum, estoy
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm
Apedreado, me voy de aquí, adiós amigos
Stoned, I'm outta here, goodbye folks
SheaLovesAnabolics
Who be the ones steppin' in the room
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie I'm the one with 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 what t'cha smokein'"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party, with no bud
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the summer of '91
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein'…
Hawks
Got baked to this a lot in my teen years, and my twenties, thirties ...now into my forties still doin the same 😂✌️
mysteryman447
lol I used to get high to this song, I still do, but I used to too
DankMagician
I’m Following your path sensei ..
Erik Aguilar
Hellz yeah bro I feel you, same here 💨💨💨😎😎😎💨
Ouray Jones
Love cypress
MooMoo TheKing
im 12 years old
xtra 2
Temples of boom is a hidden gem. Still holds up today. Love the drums on this song.
Most Hated
How is it hidden? This album was MEGA POPULAR when it came out and stayed in most people's rotation for years.
Late Nite Beats
The SP1200 drums ✊🏽🔥
mesoc
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