[Intro: B-Real]

Funk buddha comin' at' ya live

Direct, with the biggest, fattest joint

Comin' in with indo flavors

Funk buddha comin' at ya like this ('95)

[Verse 1: B-Real]

It's, Friday mornin', where the weed at?

Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack

'Cause I wanna get high like a plane

In the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain

Where the fuck are my Zig-Zags and my lighter?

So I can roll it and set it on fire

Damn, I wish I had scissors

'Cause the shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers

But it's smokeable, double tokeable

I got the one-hitter-quitter Bombay shit that's chokeable

I wanna do a joint venture

Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center

The impregnated lookin' joint, fuck it

I can smoke it, and I still get faded

[Chorus: B-Real]

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

[Post-Chorus: B-Real]

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)

I'm— I'm-I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, roll it up, light it up, light it up)

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Roll it up, light it up)

'Freaks the funk—

[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen Dog]

East Coast hittin' that blunt

West Coast hittin' that honeydip

Marijuana joint, then I want another hit

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

I wanna stimulate my mind, so, I toke it up

Can I get a hit? Can I get a hooh?

Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew

So I can get faded, elevated

Smoke the joint down to a roach, then I ate it

I stand true to the yesca, mota

As I keep runnin' from the Chota

Gimme dat weed, fool, and ya Zig-Zags

Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag

[Chorus: B-Real]

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up

Inhale, exhale

[Post-Chorus: B-Real]

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)

I'm the freaker—

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Smoke it up, light it up, light it up, smoke it up)

I'm the freaker—

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Smoke it up, blaze it up, fire it up, light it up)

I'm the freaker—

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, light it up, fire it up, smoke it up, fire it up)

I'm the freaker—

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, smoke it up, light it up, light it up)

I'm the freaker—

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Smoke it up, smoke it up, blaze it up, light it up)

I'm the freaker—

I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk

(Light it up, light it up, light it up, smoke it up)