High Times Lyrics

Yo man, you need to light
Yeah man, light it up, up the bumbaclot, yeah man, light it up
Now this some bad weed
Yeah man, that′s some badass weed, right?
Pass that shit around (love that, right?)
You so good, you might as well be sharing some of that shit

The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin' up a lung, high-strung, back in ′81
Goin' to school, hittin' the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin′ to class high, sellin′ the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin' joints to the honeys, suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin′ out, I was plantin' my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I′m still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner

I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now I′m rockin' that chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left, don't front
But I hate it when they don′t take the seeds out the blunt

A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spillin′ the weed plant, fuckin' dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it

Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed
To give the herb man what they need, true indeed
Blow your fuckin′ smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong or your philly or dutches, give me a light

Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin' the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in, brother
Take a puff, that′s enough, and pass it to another

Get the weed sack, smoke it up 'til it′s all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I used to spend money but now I'm growin' the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the Zig-Zag cover
Maybe I usta look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin′ on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk

We got the High Times cover, shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Makin′ trips to Mexico, runnin' down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin′ it down the block

I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy 'cause I′m makin' and takin′ a hit record
Blow your fuckin' smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, philly or dutches, give me the light

Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin' the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in, brother
Take a puff, that′s enough, and pass it to another

Yeah, see, we got to legalize weed, you know what I′m sayin'?
It′s all about love, you know what I'm sayin′?
You know, knowledge, you know
You don't have to smoke it
I will smoke it, don′t even smoke it
You know what I'm sayin'?

Everybody do weed, you know what I′m sayin′?
We got to legalize it, you know
Legalize cigarettes, have fun, the market is sellin'
They make trouble, we want to pressure marijuana, you know what I′m sayin'?
I got respect to Bob Marley, you know
I hear him preachin′ out to the world
Let people know, say that they got shit like chocolate

You know what I'm sayin′? Yard shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nobody can touch that shit, you know what I′m sayin′?
This is big loss in the house, you know loss
Hmm, this, travelin' through the jungle, you can′t stop this shit