(*guy Toking Up*)
Fuckin Buddha Comin At'cha Live
Direct With The Biggest, Fattest Joint
Comin In With Indo Flavors
Fuckin 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 Fuck 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 Shit Is So Sticky
That It's Gettin On My Fuckin Fingers
But It's Smokeable, Double Tokeable
I Got The One-hitter Quitter Bombay Shit 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, Fuck It
I Can Smoke It And I Still Get Faded

[Chorus: Repeat 4X]
Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
Inhale, Exhale

"I'm The Freaker, The One Freaks The Funk" {*repeat Scratch 4X*}

[B-Real] + (Sen Dog)
(East Coast Hittin That Blunt), West Coast Hittin That Honeydip
Marijuana 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*}