"Spark Another Owl" lyrics
[Sen-Dog:]
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on
[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 you 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 motherfuckers 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 (ah)
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the motherfuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh yeah
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl? (spark another owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (spark another owl)
Everybody spark another owl (the owl)
Everybody spark another owl (spark another owl)
I wanna spark another owl (spark another owl)
I wanna spark another owl (yea, the owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (spark another owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (owl)
[Sen Dog:]
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 I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, maui, lugers of work-ready, Mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the chocolate tide, the afgani, the Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here at hemp TV, with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to their new album
I'm stoned, I'm outta here
Goodbye folks
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on
[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 you 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 motherfuckers 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 (ah)
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the motherfuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh yeah
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl? (spark another owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (spark another owl)
Everybody spark another owl (the owl)
Everybody spark another owl (spark another owl)
I wanna spark another owl (spark another owl)
I wanna spark another owl (yea, the owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (spark another owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (owl)
[Sen Dog:]
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 I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, maui, lugers of work-ready, Mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the chocolate tide, the afgani, the Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here at hemp TV, with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to their new album
I'm stoned, I'm outta here
Goodbye folks
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
