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Cypress Hill

Spark Another Owl

 

Spark Another Owl

(album: Cypress Hill III: Temples Of Boom - 1995)


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 stepping 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 stepping, with ya hands open,
Asking 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 smokeing this, indo-blazing, funk buddah,
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter,
Up until the summer of '91,
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talking 'bout smokeing blunts,
From the west coast to the east coast,
Everybody be bragging,
But , I'm the one who be puffing most,
First it started with the nickel, then the dime,
Then the Twenty, spending up all my money,
Now, I roll with the nelco(?),
With the pound in the pad smokeing up the indo,
Just take a deep breath (Ahh),
Hit it then pass it to the left,
You can keep the mutha fucking 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 starting to understand the
point, when I'm talking about the joint, talking 'bout that marijuana,
talking 'bout the sense, talking '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 at Hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to their new album, I'm
stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?