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Cypress Hill Lyrics


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Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin' in with indo flavors
Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha like this
'95

It's, Friday mornin', where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I want to get high like a plane in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
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 gettin' on my fuckin' fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter Bombay shit that's tokeable
I want to do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin' joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I 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

(East Coast hittin' that blunt), West Coast hittin' that honeydip
Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I want to stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew so I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the yesca, mota as I keep runnin' from the Chota
Gimme dat 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cypress Hill's "Roll It Up Light It Up Smoke It Up" song begin with "Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha live / Direct with the biggest, fattest joint / Comin' in with indo flavors / Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha like this / '95." The rapper opens with the idea of the persona of "Buddha" coming to the audience with a potent joint. The use of the term "indo flavors" is a reference to marijuana from Indonesia. The rest of the song describes the search for weed, preparing to smoke it, and the experience of getting high.


The song's tone is relaxed, celebratory, and enthusiastic. The lyrics are a nod to the culture of smoking weed, from the search for rolling papers and lighters to the act of smoking and its effects on the mind and body.


The chorus "Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up / Inhale, exhale" is repeated four times and is a call to action. It serves as the song's main message to roll, light, and smoke weed. The song's verses are full of rhymes, puns, and wordplays that build upon the song's theme.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha live
I, Buddha, come to you with the biggest and baddest joint, ready to get you high as hell


Comin' in with indo flavors
My joint is packed full of that good Indo weed, guaranteed to get you lifted


Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha like this
I'm the Buddha and I'm coming at you with this joint, ready to deliver some serious relaxation


'95
The year is 1995, and we're ready to smoke this joint


It's, Friday mornin', where the weed at?
It's Friday morning and I'm looking for some weed to get my day started right


Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
I'm reaching into my pocket to pull out my thick bag of weed, ready to roll up


Cause I want to get high like a plane in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
I'm looking to get seriously lifted, to the point where I feel like I'm flying through the clouds


Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
I'm missing my rolling papers and lighters, and I need them in order to smoke this joint


So I can roll it and set it on fire
I'm going to roll up this joint and light it up, getting myself nice and high


Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers
The weed is so sticky that it's getting all over my fingers and I wish I had a pair of scissors to help clean it up


But it's smokeable, double tokeable
Despite the stickiness, this weed is still perfectly smokeable and even better, you can take a double toke


I got the one-hitter quitter Bombay shit that's tokeable
I've got some seriously strong Bombay weed that will have you feeling the effects with just one hit


I want to do a joint venture
I'm ready to share this joint with someone else


Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
I'm looking to make sure that the joint is rolled evenly so we can smoke it without any issues


Impregnated lookin' joint, fuck it
Even though the joint looks like it's pregnant (too thick in the middle), we're still going to smoke it


I can smoke it and I still get faded
Despite the thickness of the joint, I'm still going to get high and feel the effects of the weed


Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
We're rolling up the joint, lighting it up, and smoking it in order to get high


Inhale, exhale
We're taking deep breaths in order to inhale the smoke from the joint, and then exhaling it out


(East Coast hittin' that blunt), West Coast hittin' that honeydip
The East Coast is smoking a blunt, while the West Coast is smoking a honeydipped joint


Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
I just finished smoking a joint, but I'm already looking to take another hit


Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
We're rolling it up, lighting it up and smoking it in order to get high again


I want to stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
I'm looking to get my mind racing and thinking creatively, so I'm smoking this joint


Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
I'm asking for someone to pass me the joint, with a little extra excitement added in


Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew so I can get faded, elevated
Give me that big bag of weed and some beer so I can really get high, soaring above the clouds


Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
We smoked the joint all the way down to the tiny roach, and then I ate it to get every last bit of the high


I stand true to the yesca, mota as I keep runnin' from the Chota
I'm staying true to my love of weed (yesca, mota), even though I have to run from the police (Chota)


Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
Pass me the weed and the rolling papers, fool


(Puto don't be holdin' out on the big bag)
Don't be holding back on the big bag of weed, you jerk




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LARRY MUGGERUD, LARRY E. MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE

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@lilflyty592

Who’s Listening to this in 2024 !!!!

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thats like asking “who’s watching Friday in 2024?” bruh everybody is.

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