Spark Another Owl Cypress Hill

[Intro: Sen-Dog]
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on...

[Verse: 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 Glad 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 smokin'?"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party with no bud
I be smokin' 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 smokin' 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 an elbow
With the pound in the pad smokin' up the indo
Just take a deep breath (ahh)
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the muthafuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh yeah
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air