[guy toking up]
$#&@in buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint

Comin in with indo flavors
$#&@in buddha comin at'cha like this
'95


[B-Real]
It's, Friday mornin, 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 $#&@ 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 %#@! is so sticky

that it's gettin on my $#&@in fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter bombay %#@! that's tokeable

I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint, $#&@ it

I can smoke it and I still get faded

[Chorus: x4]

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale


"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [scratch x4]

[B-Real + (Sen Dog)]

(East Coast hittin that blunt), West Coast hittin that honeydip
!#)# joint, then 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 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)


[Chorus]


"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [repeat to fade]