High Times (LP Version)

作曲：Larry Muggerud,Louis Freese,R. Fritz

作词：Larry Muggerud,Louis Freese,R. Fritz

Now this some bad **

The very first time I hit the ** 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 **

While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds

Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned

Got my ** 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 ** plant ** 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. **, I proceed to give the herb man what they need

True indeed, blow your ** smoke up in the sky

And get high with your bong or your Philly or dutchess give me a light

Grab the ** 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 ** 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 **, by a brother

That I look like the ** on the zig-zag cover

Maybe I use to look like that way back when

When my ** 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 ** on lock with all the hydro methods

Call me Puffy 'cause I making and taking a hit record

Blow your ** smoke up in the sky and get high

With the bong, Philly or dutchess, give me the light

Grab the ** 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