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Ole Buddah at your life
with the biggest fattest joint
Coming in with flavors
Buddha, comin' at you like this in '95

It's Friday morning, where the at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed
'Cause I wanna get high a plane
In the sky with the cloud in my brain

Where the fuck are my Zig and my lighter?
So I can roll it and set it on
Damn, I wish I had scissors 'cause the shit is so
That it's on my fuckin' fingers

But smoke-able, double tokable
I got the
And the shit that's tokable
I wanna do a joint

Let me make sure there ain't no
In the goddamn
The joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and get faded

Roll it up, light it up, it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale,

I'm the freaka, the one who the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the

East Coast hittin' that West Coast
that honey-dipped marijuana joint
And I want another hit, roll it up, it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind so I it up

Can I get a hit, can I get a
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the
So I can get faded,
Smoked the joint with my bro's and I ate it

I stand to the yesca
(Mota)
As I runnin' from the chota
that weed, fool, and your Zig Zags
Puto, be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale,
it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk