Light Another
Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Yo, light one, ignite one, enjoy me like the buddah.
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hootah.
Computer wizard, to boot your scissors,
Cut me up and smoke me, blow me out like a blizzard.
Twirlin' your cells up, lungs start to swell up.
Your pipe's gettin' crowded. Yo, just forget about it.
B is potent, so bring an opponent.
You can suck on it. Shit, I know you wanted it.

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of the high.
You wanna feel the effects of your high, brotha?
B Real, light another."

I'm smoother than a menthol cigarette.
How could you figure, or even consider that,
I'm a weak seed. No, I'm the humble weed.
Mind feed that you need. Here, spliff this tweed.
Irie type of stylee. Highly. Yes, really.
Take a hit from LA., New York, and to Philly.
Here's some visine. Smell the smoke you let out.
Now do you really think you can get the red out? And...

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of the high.
You wanna feel the effects of your high, brotha?
B Real, light another."

Spliff ailla, que no valle.
Why ya want to turn off the fire?
You can't get higher when you turn me off, and
Hey, yo, pussy, stop coughin'.
You're wastin' the lingo, soon all the sacks gone.
Yo take this brownie rhyme for you to snack on.
Anyway you have it, you love me like Mary Jane,
Or a 40 to the head like my brotha, Kenny Wayne.
You need to inhale musical paraphany,
Yes, musical. Muggs, fix the tranny.
Ah! Just like a hit. Brain cells get lit,
But I'm the joint you can't grip with your finger,
I'll start to sting ya, so just here my words linger. And...

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of the high.
You wanna feel the effects of your high, brotha?
Yo, Muggs, light another."

Put me in a bamboo. Which is the tape deck?
The indo-like brotha rewinds the cassette.
Was it because it's funky that you loves it?
Here's another lyric, go puff it.
But don't choak off the hype or croak off.
Wait, don't blow the smoke off. Hold up till I get off,
Or turn on the phat joint. You wanna hit that joint!
Here is the flat point, arriving at that point,
Of the high times, you get through my rhymes.
Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline.
You gotta suck on the fattie, so come on. And...

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of your high.
You wanna feel the effects of the high, brotha?
I'll just light another."

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of your high.
You wanna feel the effects of the high, brotha?
Feel the effects of the high."

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of your high.
You wanna feel the effects of the high, brotha?
Hey, yo. Light another."

"Feel the effects of the high.
I know you feel the effects of your high.
You wanna feel the effects of the high, brotha?
B Real, light another."