[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)