Spark Another Owl Lyrics

Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, come on
Who be the ones steppin’ in the room Everybody welcome to the temple of boom Back, let me see ya fat indo sack And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-juana, mari-juana, don't ya wanna Give me love when I put the flame on ya Homie I’m the one with the shotgun in the closet Next to the fat bags full of chronic
Puto, don’t ya be steppin’, with ya hands open Askin’ me "Can I get a hit of what t’cha smokein" I ain’t got no kind of love for a brother Who comes to the party, with no Bud
I be smokein’ this, indo-blazin’, funk Buddah Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter Up until the summer of ’91 Wasn’t no muthafuckas talkin’ ’bout smokein’ blunts
From the west coast to the east coast Everybody be braggin’ But , I’m the one who be puffin’ most First it started with the nickel, then the dime Then the twenty, spendin’ up all my money Now, I roll with the nelco With the pound in the pad smokein’ up the indo
Just take a deep breath, hit it then pass it to the left Keep the mutha fuckin’ stress [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/spark-another-owl-lyrics-cypress-hill.html ] Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh, yeah Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? Everybody spark another owl Everybody spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl I wanna spark another owl Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl?
Yea, stroll the ways of the Buddah mastas Brings me to the temple of boom I see people everywhere startin’ to understand the point When I’m talkin' about the joint
Talkin’ ’bout that marijuana, talkin’ ’bout the sense Talkin’ ’bout the kind mota boca loa-loa Maui, lugers of work-ready The Mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y’all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt The chocolate tide, the Afgani The Meefrakan, the indo The skonka, the bad breath sense
Hello everyone, I’m Kurt Loaded We’re here at Hemp TV, with Cypress hill in Amsterdam And we’re just here listenin' to their new album I’m stoned, I’m outta here, goodbye folks