Cypress Hill - High Times Lyrics






Now this some baaad weeed...

[B'Real:]
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need
True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light

[Chorus:]
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another

Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe I usta look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record
Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light

[Chorus]





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  1. t.... ....

    A raid on the palace, i die defending the grand master mixer Muggs

  2. R.... P....

    2019??
    Still stoned

    R.... P....

    Check... ;)

  3. W.... T....

    Haha what a classic. Great song anytime of the day.

  4. J.... B....

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  5. J.... B....

    Looking for Thc cartridges or good weed ? Try out this guys they been my main suppliers.they got fire 🔥 contact on .
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  6. J.... Y....

    Man i thrashed the shit out of this album when it came out

  7. D.... D....

    ♥ 🌎 ✌️

  8. e.... k....

    And finally, cypress hill is getting a star on the Hollywood wall of fame!

  9. E.... L....

    oct98....imember..still poppin..orale..

  10. D.... M....

    Is was my childhood

  11. D.... D....

    ♥ 🌎 ✌️

  12. B.... M....

    Now this some bad weeeeed...

    The very first time I hit the weed I was young
    Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81
    Going to school, hitting the Buddha behind the bleachers
    Coming to class high, selling the lye to the teachers
    Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
    Selling joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
    Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
    While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds
    Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
    Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
    I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
    Now I'm rocking that chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze
    Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
    But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
    A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
    Spilling the weed plant fucking dookies with no skill
    I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
    Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
    Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need
    True indeed, blow your fucking smoke up in the sky
    And get high with your bong or your Philly or dutchess give me a light

    Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
    Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
    Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
    Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another

    Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
    No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
    I use to spend money but now I'm growing the crops
    But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
    It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
    That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
    Maybe I use to look like that way back when
    When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen
    Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
    We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
    Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
    Making trips to Mexico running down to the border
    Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
    Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
    I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
    Call me Puffy cause I making and taking a hit record
    Blow your fucking smoke up in the sky and get high
    With the bong, Philly or dutchess, give me the light

    Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
    Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
    Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
    Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another!

    Peace & BH ☮

  13. b.... o....

    Screw it

  14. V.... R....

    1000th like

  15. J.... P....

    Fuck bitch cube

  16. s.... r....

    Goes back ... too real to believe 🙂

  17. E.... U....

    [Spanish translation]

    -Hey, necesitas encendedor?
    -Prendelo, son las 5, préndelo
    *fuma
    -Ahora, esto es una muyyy mala mota..
    -Cypress Hill en la casa

    Verso1
    La primera vez que le di un jalón a la mota,
    era joven, tosiendo medio pulmón, era alto, fuerte.
    Allá, en el 81,
    iba a la escuela,
    dandome unos tanques detrás de las gradas,
    volvía a clase " jai " y ahí argumentaba con los profes.
    Bolsas de a 5 centavos, Bolsas de a 5 centavos
    1 centavo para un nickel(5 centavos)
    vendiendo " yoints " a las morras,
    lo chupaban (fumaban) como si fuera paleta de hielo,
    Otros querían cervezas(40oz) pero yo quería la mota,
    mientras todos salían corriendo yo estaba plantando mis semillas.

    Cultivada en casa, wow, sigo "elevado" xD,
    tengo mis plantas de mota
    más altas que lo largo de tu cable del teléfono,
    Recuerdo cuando solo podía conseguir "sees(especie)" en esos tiempos,
    ahora estoy rockeando la "Chocolate Thai", la "skunk" y la "haze",
    rola un choncho, pásalo a la izquierda no hacia enfrente.
    Pero me encabrona que le dejen ahí los cocos al " vlont ".
    Un muchos forjadores son como novatos en el campo de batalla,
    se les cae, pinches tarados sin habilidad.
    Debería escribir un libro de cómo forjarlo,
    pasarlo, prenderla, venderla y luego dividir el dinero
    .
    El Sr. Dedoverde, doctor mariguana,
    procedí a darle al hombre de la herba(al doctor Greenthumb) lo que él necesitaba,
    sopla ese pinche humo arriba en el cielo y ponte,
    con tu bong, blunt o porro, ¡Pasame un encendedor!

    Coro:

    Agarra la mota, empácala,
    ponla en la pipa, préndela,
    fumate una carga, estamos sacando humo bien,
    pon tu dedo en el filtro y aguantalo en tus pulmones,
    toma un jalón, es suficiente con eso y pásaselo a otro...

    Verso 2:

    Consigue el saco, fúmatelo hasta que se acabe,
    ninguna bacha en el cenicero,
    fúmate toda la bomba.
    Solía gastar dinero pero, ahora estoy cultivando las semillas,
    pero odio cuando los puercos rastrean el lugar.
    Una vez un brother dijo que yo fumaba mucha mota,
    que me parecía al vato del paquetito del ZIg-Zag.
    Tal vez me veía así, en ese entonces,
    cuando my nigga Sen Dog andaba por acá bebiendo Hennesy,

    Deja que las rimas chidas te asfixien con la escencia del zorrillo(skunk)
    Tenemos la portada del "High times" (libro del que habla que debería escribir)
    mostrando cómo rolar un "vlont".

    Cuarto de libra, cuarto de libra,
    una libra por veinticinco centavos **Difícil de traducir**
    Haciendo viajes a México corriendo al sur, a la frontera,
    cabellos largos(gente de mata larga), calvos, rastas(dreads), punks y rockeros,
    chicos de todos los colores la estaban fumando en la cuadra;
    Tengo la mota asegurada con todos los métodos hidropónicos,
    me llaman "Puffy", porque estoy haciendo y tomando un récord de jalones,
    sopla tu pinche humo arriba en el cielo y ponte,
    con tu bong, blunt o porro. ¡Pasame el encendedor!

    Coro

    Agarra la mota, empácala,
    ponla en la pipa, préndela,
    fumate una carga, estamos sacando humo bien,
    pon tu dedo en el hoyo del bong y aguantalo en tus pulmones,
    toma un jalón, es suficiente con eso y pásaselo a otro...

    Un placer traducir ésta increíble canción de Cypress,
    gracias por leer.

    E.... U....

    I said this to me mom in Spanish, "voy a sacar la chancleta" she says 😂

    E.... U....

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  18. T.... �....

    One of my favorite songs to sesh to and listen to baked. It's so mellow and chill just like Buddha.

  19. D.... D....

    Fake Sagan' s shit roast of Paulsego brought me here.

    D.... D....

    SAME!!!

    D.... D....

    Salty Paul~

  20. A.... L....

    I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE! TO THE FLAG! OF MARIJUANA!

  21. z.... ....

    i heard this the first time I got high.

    z.... ....

    Nice start

  22. F.... ....

    666 likes >:D

  23. l.... p....

    me recuerda los días en que empezaba a fumar de la ganjah

  24. D.... B....

    up up in the sky

  25. R.... ....

    What took'em so long to write this smokehouse bong song.

  26. R.... L....

    🙈🙉🙊

  27. J.... B....

    hilltop white strategy

  28. J.... C....

    best ever. dab it up to this so you can start tripping to this song it feels good
    420 Stay on Flight Mode

    J.... C....

    Juan Cortes Your dabs got you tripping? Let me get a hit of that shit bro!

  29. A.... S....

    awesome song, back when they smoked seed weed, lol

  30. e.... m....

    Badass song!!☁️✈️

  31. H.... ....

    When I look at those skelingtons I can't help but imagine them dancing and I don't know why

    H.... ....

    HughGRection12231 pfhahahaha herb got u by the balls thats why :D

  32. B.... ....

    Reminds me of what I used to do in school haha

  33. L.... L....

    That's a fucking smoke sic 

  34. M.... ....

    High times = Happy times :)

    M.... ....

    Great times 😊

  35. t.... ....

    @bernie roukens false majority are hispanic/latino I know this because I went to there concert and almost everyone was latino or african american... Also on the side note the whole show was hot boxed and everyone was stoned

  36. r.... g....

    To true davide... 

  37. d.... d....

    SO FU**IN' UNDERRATED

  38. R.... ....

    now this some baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad weeeed

  39. P.... G....

    good old Moby.....

  40. P.... ....

    take a puff thats enough then pass it to another

  41. S.... R....

    moby dick

  42. l.... ....

    I pledge allegiance, to the bag, of dank ass marijuana, and to the bong, for how tall it stands, one light, loading bowls, smoking happily, coughing and highness for all!

    Stay high my friends.

  43. B.... ....

    thank you! I'm gonna look him up

  44. B.... ....

    Where does that quote "I pledge allegiance to the bag of marijuana" come from?

  45. E.... V....

    man i havent heard this album since high school which was like 10 yrs ago bad ass album

  46. e.... ....

    i see what you did there hahahaha

  47. D.... C....

    Love this group, but fucking hate marijuana...maybe I had some bad weed when I smoked it....lol

    D.... C....

    Doug Clement how can you hate it

  48. p.... ....

    bald heads, long hairs, dreads and punk rocks
    kids of all colors we're puffin' it down the block
    suena a mi barrio

  49. b.... r....

    the most people who listen to cypress are white

    b.... r....

    bernie roukens and?

    b.... r....

    got a problem bitch?

    b.... r....

    No mames

  50. u.... ....

    Charles Kynard - Winter's Child

  51. f.... ....

    @mech4gig4bowser
    me too
    so much fun!

  52. o.... ....

    its all about mary jane

  53. R.... ....

    These lyrics are just hilarious , cypress hill ftw

  54. V.... B....

    Le dedico esta rola la pedera de ayer, la primeeraaa! :)

  55. r.... ....

    @wubbleking get em up

  56. S.... k....

    esta cancion como me hace rocordar
    aquellos viejos tiempos

  57. w.... ....

    holy shit what a great song to smoke too.. stoned playslist: hits from the bong,high times, i wann get high,insane in the brain

  58. E.... H....

    I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO MARIJUANA!! what is that man it makes me lol!

  59. B.... ....

    One of the best!!

  60. A.... D....

    @AlexWalexRalex you were high when you wrote this haha

  61. D.... ....

    Now this some baaaaaaaad weeeeeeed.....
    Haha I LOL everytime! Cypress Hill FTW