with fine markers I won't leave till the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
what? I be that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It
my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks I don't wanna be the King of the Sing Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team I rhyme
Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle My nizzle, you gon
fader or compare to The Original Pyscho-Baiter Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders Heard
bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Legalize it Cypress Hill will ever die at the end? Legalize it, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Cypress Hill
Low rider, low rider Low rider, low rider Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy We
it's all over When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin'
no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '91, Cypress Hill
As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back Even before I started blazing the chronic sack I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid Looking up
was to knock me out The D.E.A. want to lock me out Broke in my home tryin' to sock me out But the true blue stoners never locked me out I'm easy
!) You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen Like
te lleva A la muerte mas rapido si eres leva... Chorus x2: Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, que nos vas a hacer ah? [B-Real] Cypress Hill te arrebata feria
's all over, When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka, Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress
