Artist : Cypress Hill
Song Titel : Light another
Album : Cypress Hill
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Are you ready?
Yo! Like it wet when they turn me like a bootah,
You stay on the joint, but you can call me hoota.
Computer. Visit to boot your scissors,
Cut me up and smoke and roll me out like a blizzard.
Twirlin' ya' cells up, Don't stop to swella'
Ya' pipes getting' clouded, Yo. Just forget about it.
Me. It's potent, So bring an opponent.
You can suck on it, Shit, I know you wanted it.

Chorus:
Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?

B-Real, light another.

I smoke tha', then I make the cigarette.
How could you figure? Or even consider that.
I'm a weak seed, no. I'm humble weed.
I feed what you need, here, spliff this tweeta.
Acting kinda' stylee, how do you smell it?
Take a hit from Ali, New York intto Phili.
Here's some fine gene, Some to smoke ya' led out.
Now do you Lili think you could take the red out.

Chorus

B-Real, light another.

Spliff higher. Get on fire.
Why ya' wanna turn off the fire.
You can get higher, when you turn me off then.
(KKCCHHFFKKCCHHFF) Hey, yo. Pussy stop coffin'.
Ya' wastin tha lingo, soon all the sets gone.
We'll take this brownie rhyme, for you to snack on.
Any way you have it you'll love me like Mary Jane.
Or a 40 to the head, like my brother Kenny Waye.
You need to inhale, Musical paraffin.
Yes musical. Muggs fits the train.
Ahh. Just like a hit,
Brain cells get lit. But I'm the joint you can't grip.
With ya' finga, I'II start to sting ya'
So just hear my words linger.

Chorus

Yo Muggs, light another.

Put me in a bamboo, with just a tape deck.
Live the white brother, rewind the cassette.
Was it because it's funky, that you loves it. (YEAH MAN)
Here's another lyrical puffit.
Don't choke up, the hemp or croke up.
Wait for blow to smoke up, hold it till I get off.
Or turn off the fat joint, wanna' hit that joint.
Here is the flat point, arriving at that point.
I'm the high time. You get to my rhyme.
Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline.
You gotta suk on it. The fatty. So cum on.

Chorus

Repeat to fade