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rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk\nWe got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt\nQuarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter\nMakin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border\nLong hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks\nKids of all colors be puffin it down the block\nI got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods\nCall me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record\nBlow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high\nWith the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.71] Now this some baaad weeed...\n[00:13.97] (B'Real:)\n[00:25.99] The very first time I hit the weed I was young\n[00:28.29] Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81\n[00:31.19] Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers\n[00:34.12] Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers\n[00:37.03] Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel\n[00:39.78] Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle\n[00:42.45] Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed\n[00:45.74] While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds\n[00:48.30] Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned\n[00:50.99] Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner\n[00:54.22] I can remember when I could only get sess in those days\n[00:56.78] Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze\n[00:59.75] Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front\n[01:02.22] But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt\n[01:05.31] A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field\n[01:08.02] Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill\n[01:10.90] I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it\n[01:13.87] Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it\n[01:16.55] Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need\n[01:19.64] True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky\n[01:24.41] And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light\n[01:27.45] (Chorus:)\n[01:28.50] Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe\n[01:30.38] Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right\n[01:33.36] Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother\n[01:36.18] Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another\n[01:39.74] Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone\n[01:52.98] No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb\n[01:56.02] I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops\n[01:58.95] But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot\n[02:01.86] It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother\n[02:04.71] That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover\n[02:07.65] Maybe I usta look like that way back when\n[02:10.15] When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen\n[02:12.94] Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk\n[02:15.88] We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt\n[02:18.44] Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter\n[02:21.39] Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border\n[02:24.42] Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks\n[02:27.04] Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block\n[02:29.88] I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods\n[02:32.75] Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record\n[02:35.93] Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high\n[02:38.43] With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light\n[03:51.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High Times\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill IV\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now this some baaad weeed...\n  start_ms: 3710\n  end_ms: 13970\n- text: (B'Real:)\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: The very first time I hit the weed I was young\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 28290\n- text: Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81\n  start_ms: 28290\n  end_ms: 31190\n- text: Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers\n  start_ms: 31190\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers\n  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when\n[02:10.09] When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen\n[02:12.71] Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk\n[02:15.39] We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt\n[02:17.90] Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter\n[02:20.82] Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border\n[02:23.67] Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks\n[02:26.81] Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block\n[02:29.15] I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods\n[02:32.80] Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record\n[02:35.24] Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high\n[02:38.01] With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light\n[02:40.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: High Times\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill IV\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now this some baaad weeed...\n  start_ms: 13220\n  end_ms: 15380\n- text: (B'Real:)\n  start_ms: 15380\n  end_ms: 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(B'Real:)\n  The very first time I hit the weed I was young\n  Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81\n  Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers\n  Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers\n  Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel\n  Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle\n  Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed\n  While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds\n  Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned\n  Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner\n  I can remember when I could only get sess in those days\n  Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze\n  Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front\n  But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt\n  A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field\n  Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill\n  I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it\n  Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it\n  Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. 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Now this some baaad weeed...\n\n  (B'Real:)\n  The very first time I hit the weed I was young\n  Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81\n  Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers\n  Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers\n  Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel\n  Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle\n  Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed\n  While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds\n  Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned\n  Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner\n  I can remember when I could only get sess in those days\n  Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze\n  Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front\n  But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt\n  A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field\n  Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill\n  I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it\n  Light it, grow it, sell it and then 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with no skill\n[01:10.45] I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it\n[01:13.10] Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it\n[01:16.49] Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need\n[01:21.69] True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky\n[01:24.15] And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light\n[01:27.35] (Chorus:)\n[01:29.95] Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe\n[01:31.07] Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right\n[01:32.85] Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother\n[01:36.10] Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another\n[01:40.33] Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone\n[01:52.87] No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb\n[01:55.66] I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops\n[01:58.45] But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot\n[02:01.29] It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother\n[02:04.31] That I look like the nigga on the 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chocolate thai, skunk and the haze\n[00:59.92] Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front\n[01:01.48] But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt\n[01:05.17] A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field\n[01:07.97] Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill\n[01:10.45] I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it\n[01:13.10] Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it\n[01:16.49] Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need\n[01:21.69] True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky\n[01:24.15] And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light\n[01:27.35] (Chorus:)\n[01:29.95] Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe\n[01:31.07] Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right\n[01:32.85] Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother\n[01:36.10] Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another\n[01:40.33] Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone\n[01:52.87] No 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Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it\n  Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need\n  True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky\n  And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light\n\n  (Chorus:)\n  Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe\n  Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right\n  Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother\n  Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another\n\n  Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone\n  No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb\n  I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops\n  But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot\n  It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother\n  That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover\n  Maybe I usta look like that way back when\n  When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen\n  Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk\n  We got the High Times cover shows 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