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Alla Xul Elu - Roll Another Lyrics

[Intro: Easy Rider (1969) sample]
Oh, no thanks, I got some store-bought right over here
No man, this is grass
You mean marijuana?

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
Roll another blunt my friend, roll another blunt my friend
Smoke another blunt again' bout to smoke another blunt again
Oh I, oh I, oh I'm high
Only smokin' bud that got a buzz that doesn't end
Roll another blunt my friend, roll another blunt my friend
Smoke another blunt again, 'bout to smoke another blunt again
Oh I, oh I, oh I'm high
Only smokin' bud that got a buzz that doesn't end

[Verse 1: Diary Of a Bullet]
Smokin' the bud
Do what I want, I don't give a fuck, bitch
Roll one up, I'm in love with the fat blunt
That one gotta have some
Uh a chocolate Philly
Super-green weed, looking so silly
Different strands, pick what you are feeling
Come and partake, but only if you willing
To the type of high that the trees supply
There is no ceiling, r-r-r-really
So you just gotta feel it, incredible green
Awesome shit that only a killers could breathe
After the cannabis had done been burnt
Guarantee it'd be hard to breathe, hard to see
Ended up hungry, they dreaming like damn
[Interlude: Jackie Brown (1997) sample]
You getting high already? It's just two o' clock
Is that late?
You know you smoke too much of that shit, that shit gon' rob you of your ambition
Not if your ambition is to get high and watch TV

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
Roll another blunt my friend, roll another blunt my friend
Smoke another blunt again' bout to smoke another blunt again
Oh I, oh I, oh I'm high
Only smokin' bud that got a buzz that doesn't end
Roll another blunt my friend, roll another blunt my friend
Smoke another blunt again, 'bout to smoke another blunt again
Oh I, oh I, oh I'm high
Only smokin' bud that got a buzz that doesn't end

[Verse 2: Diary Of a Bullet]
Up in the clouds, lost in my thoughts
Puzzling words 'til I connect the dots
They say "fuck your dreams," look at the ratio
They could suck dick, autofellatio
I do this for me so I roll up a blunt
Kick my chair back and sip on my cup
Inhale creativity 'til my mind erupts
Pass the shit off as my pen constructs
A melodic melody, words that persist
As that is my weed, too good to resist
Only fuck with my day-ones, man that's a short list
Gon' be passing out bud like I'm [mission assist?]
Don't give a fuck, roll one up
Exhale negativity, middle fingers up
When words provoke just chill and toke
All that bullshit go up in smoke
[Outro: Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle (2004) sample]
Dude, where is your car?
Dude, where's my car?
Where's his car, dude?
Hey-yeah, sorry about that
I told you last night I was trippin' balls