Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, come onWho 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 itMari-juana, mari-juana, don't ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie Im the one with the shotgun in the closet
Next to the fat bags full of chronicPuto, dont ya be steppin, with ya hands open
Askin me "Can I get a hit of what tcha smokein"
I aint got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party, with no BudI be smokein this, indo-blazin, funk Buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the summer of 91
Wasnt no muthafuckas talkin bout smokein bluntsFrom the west coast to the east coast
Everybody be braggin
But , Im 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 indoJust take a deep breath, hit it then pass it to the left
Keep the mutha fuckin stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh, yeah
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the airDo you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Everybody spark another owl
Everybody spark another owlI wanna spark another owl
I wanna spark another owl
Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?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 Im talkin' about the jointTalkin bout that marijuana, talkin bout the sense
Talkin bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, lugers of work-ready
The Mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba yallYeska, humble pound weed, the crypt
The chocolate tide, the Afgani
The Meefrakan, the indo
The skonka, the bad breath senseHello everyone, Im Kurt Loaded
Were here at Hemp TV, with Cypress hill in Amsterdam
And were just here listenin' to their new album
Im stoned, Im outta here, goodbye folks