Spark Another Owl

Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on (come on, come on, come on...)

Who be the ones steppin' in the room?
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Bap, let me see ya fat indo sack and get weeded
Somebody, everybody need it

Marijuana, marijuana, do ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya?
Homie, I'm the one wit' 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 whatcha smokin'?"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party with no bud

I be the smokinest, indo-blazin', funk buddha
Everybody wanted it, now they talkin' about the hooter
Up until the summer of '91
Wasn't no muthafuckas 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 20
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

Do you wanna spark another owl? (Smoke another owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (Smoke another owl)
Everybody spark another owl (the owl)
Everybody spark another owl (you can puff another owl)
I wanna spark another owl (spark another owl)
I wanna spark another owl (yeah, the owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (Spark another owl)
Do you wanna spark another owl? (Owl)

Yeah, as stroll the ways of the buddha mastas
Brings me to the temple of boom
I see people everywhere startin' to understand the point
When I'm talkin' about the joint
Talkin' about that marijuana
Talkin' about the sensi'
Talkin' about the kind, mota, boca loa-loa
Maui Waui, Luger's award-winning
The Mexican green bud, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yesca, Humboldt County, the crypt
The Chocolate Thai, the Afghani
The Michoacan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense

Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded
We're here at Hemp TV
We're with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam
And we're listening to their new album
I'm stoned, I'm outta here, goodbye folks



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Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
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