Lyric Spark Another Owl
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind,
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find,
Come on...
[B-Real]:
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, do 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 aint 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 mutha fuckas 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 (Ahh),
Hit it then pass it to the left,
You can keep the mutha fuckin stress,
Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea),
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?
(Sen Dog)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 talking about the joint, talkin bout that marijuana,
talkin bout the sense, talkin bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y all,
yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough).
Hello everyone, I m Kurt Loaded, we re here t hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we re listening to there new album, I m
stoned, I m outta here, Goodbye folks.
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find,
Come on...
[B-Real]:
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, do 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 aint 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 mutha fuckas 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 (Ahh),
Hit it then pass it to the left,
You can keep the mutha fuckin stress,
Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea),
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?
(Sen Dog)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 talking about the joint, talkin bout that marijuana,
talkin bout the sense, talkin bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y all,
yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough).
Hello everyone, I m Kurt Loaded, we re here t hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we re listening to there new album, I m
stoned, I m outta here, Goodbye folks.
