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点击复制Roll It, Light It - Cypress Hill (柏树山)
Written by：Louis Freese
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
We came here to get you high
Roll it roll it roll it light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Roll it roll it roll it light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Roll it roll it
Wanna hit of that fat sack
Betta come with the fat stack
Or ya might get rat packed
Blow smoke in ya face
When I'm in the place
Feel the bass go shakin' that a** Jack
Got the club jumpin' off
Whatcha poppin' on
When I pump the song get a crew cuz
Get on the floor when we come in the door
Lemme show you how we do
Yeah we go for the gusto
Made a call to Rusko
Make ya feelin' that rush so
Hit that spliff and blaze that blunt
Don't look at me funny
I'll say what I want
Don't ask for the cash back
Cause a spark make a flash back
Your rep I'll trash that
Gonna blaze with my hash
Watch these scary b**ches
Call hazmat
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Roll it roll it roll it light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Roll it roll it roll it light it
Whenever we roll
Whenever we load a bowl
People crowd around
We take control
It's impossible
With the w**d I hold
For you not to get down
What you hear in the first place
You came to the worst place
I'm high gonna surface
If you don't what that green
Split the scene or state your purpose
We don't want no fat butt
You wanna see us get fed up
We don't fall for the set up get up
Look at you now
You about to go head up
My flow got sped up
You h**s got wet up
Good luck tryin'a get up met up
Take a hit and feel this sh*t
Don't drink from the red cup
We still on the come up
And we come with our guns up
And this ain't about dumb luck
Got my hands on a
Like like a dump truck
Hear the crowd get loud when you about to hit the stage
Shut 'em down get 'em pumped up
It's the smokin' section in both directions
Everybody 'bout to get f**ked up
What I got in my sack gonna blow ya hair back
So you betta not touch
What I say that sh*t know I mean that sh*t
Others might play games but not us
It goes pack your bowls light your blunts
Let's get high get f**ked up
Lost your stash that's your a**
Go and buy another bag
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Roll it roll it roll it light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Pack your bowls light your blunts light it
Roll it roll it roll it light it