Light it Up
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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Ole Buddah, coming atcha life
Direct with the biggest fattest joint
Coming in with indo flavors
From Buddha, comin atcha like this in '95

It's Friday morning, where the weed at
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I wanna get high like a plane in the sky
With the indo cloud in my brain

Where the fuck are my Zig Zags and my lighter
so I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
that it's getting on my fuckin' fingers

But it's smokeable, double tokable,
I got the one-hitter and the Bombay shit that?s tokable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center
The impregnated-looking joint, fuck it, I can smoke it and still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)

East Coast hittin' that blunt West Coast hittin' that honey-dipped marijuana joint
And I want another hit
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, I wanna stimulate my mind so I toke it up
Can I get a hit, can I get a woooo

Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom
So I can get faded, elevated, smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it
I stand true to the yesca (mota) as I keep runnin' from the chota
Gimme that weed fool and ya Zig Zags puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)




(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)

Overall Meaning

The song "Light It Up" by Cypress Hill is a celebration of marijuana and its effects. The verses describe the feeling of smoking a joint and the desire to get high. The first verse starts with "Ole Buddah, coming atcha life," which suggests that the singer is addressing the weed itself as a person. The singer talks about the "biggest fattest joint" filled with "indo flavors" that he wants to smoke to get high. The chorus emphasizes the ritual of rolling and smoking a joint, encouraging the listener to "roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale."


The second verse continues the celebration of marijuana and the desire to get high. The singer talks about the need to find his Zig Zags papers and lighter to roll and light the joint. He also explains that the weed is so sticky that it's getting all over his fingers, but that he still wants to smoke it. The verse also alludes to the fact that the singer might be sharing the joint with friends, as he mentions wanting to make sure there is no "lump in the goddamn center" of the joint. The chorus repeats, emphasizing the communal nature of smoking.


The third verse shifts the focus to the different regions of the United States and their preferred way of smoking marijuana. The singer mentions the East Coast liking blunts while the West Coast prefers "honey-dipped marijuana joint." The verse also highlights the desire to keep smoking and getting high, asking for another hit and wanting to "stimulate my mind." It concludes with a call for weed and papers, indicating that the singer wants to keep smoking with his friends. The chorus repeats again, bringing the song full circle in its celebration of smoking marijuana.


Line by Line Meaning

Ole Buddah, coming atcha life
I am Cypress Hill, and my love for weed is embodied in the form of Buddha, which I am presenting to you now


Direct with the biggest fattest joint
I am presenting you with the biggest, fattest joint straight from Buddha himself


Coming in with indo flavors
This joint is a blend of the best indo flavors out there


From Buddha, comin atcha like this in '95
Buddha and I have come to give you the best weed experience of 1995


It's Friday morning, where the weed at
It's Friday morning, and I need some weed ASAP


Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
I'll reach into my pocket and retrieve my stash of weed


Cause I wanna get high like a plane in the sky
I want to get really high, higher than a plane flying in the sky


With the indo cloud in my brain
I want the high to be so strong that my brain feels like it's covered in an indo cloud


Where the fuck are my Zig Zags and my lighter
I can't find my rolling paper or my lighter


so I can roll it and set it on fire
I need the rolling paper and lighter to roll and light the joint


Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
The weed is so sticky, I wish I had scissors to cut it


that it's getting on my fuckin' fingers
The stickiness of the weed is getting all over my fingers as I try to roll it


But it's smokeable, double tokable,
Despite its stickiness, the weed is still easily smokeable and can be toked twice


I got the one-hitter and the Bombay shit that?s tokable
I have a one-hitter and some Bombay weed that are easy to smoke


I wanna do a joint venture
I want to smoke this joint with someone else


Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center
Before I smoke the joint, I want to make sure there aren't any lumps in the middle


The impregnated-looking joint, fuck it, I can smoke it and still get faded
Even though the joint looks a little strange, I'll still smoke it and get high


Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom
Give me that big bag of weed and the broomstick to help me smoke it faster


So I can get faded, elevated, smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it
I want to smoke until I'm really high, and then smoke some more with my friends and eat some food


I stand true to the yesca (mota) as I keep runnin' from the chota
I remain committed to my love for weed, even as I try to avoid the police


Gimme that weed fool and ya Zig Zags puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag
Give me that weed and rolling papers, don't be stingy with the big bag


Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll the joint, light it, smoke it, then inhale and exhale the smoke


(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
I am a lover of funk and I am proud of it


East Coast hittin' that blunt West Coast hittin' that honey-dipped marijuana joint
The East Coast likes blunts while the West Coast prefers marijuana joints dipped in honey


And I want another hit
I want to smoke some more


I wanna stimulate my mind so I toke it up
I want to get high to stimulate my mind


Can I get a hit, can I get a woooo
Can I have a hit and hear you cheer with me


(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
Again, I am a proud lover of funk music




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Written by: Lamont Dozier, Demerick Shelton Ferm, Louis Freese, Brian Holland, Edward J. Holland, Peter Philip, Senen Reyes

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Radio Doble HH Argentina

yeaaaaa ...!!! muy bueno

giovanni lainez

this shit actually has a flow not like the other shit that people listen to

The Simple Kind

Underrated song of Cypress Hill

Andres Ortiz

Love this song

Patricio Sotomayor

CYPRESS HILL FOR EVER!!! TRUE HIP-HOP !!! I WAS THERE!!! THAT SHIT WAS HOT!!! I MA LIGHT IT UP!!!

R S

Cypress doesn't only spit, he's also a magician. Check him at 0:25 where he magically let's his handkerchief disappear.

Paul

Lol that's true heheh

Paul

I'm 39 and I've played heavy metal lead guitar most of my life. Cypress Hill is the shit!!!

ShanTheMan

Horns up brother

D D

Keepin true rap alive!

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