Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come along
and take hits from the bong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don’t get me wrong it’s not a new method
Inhale, Exhale – just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat coal
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I’m skill it, There’s water inside don’t spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong…
Cypress Hill
Labels: Drugs
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