You better hope Im chained up, shackled with a yard
Ill snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You aint got nothin to say
I been backin up east side LA, all day
Blowin up the best techs, the best flex
Havin the best sex, fuckin in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
Cause aint no other Dog breakin the last straw
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
Cause you rollin with the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles
I dont bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin, I give you three seconds
To break out before you resemblin a dead man
A hole through your headband
My gats in my right hand, my plugs in my left hand, punk
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
Dont anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You dont want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
Im buckin at the room soon to the boom
Fuckin with your head like the shroom you consume
Bitches, youre all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and Ill be back to refresh your fuckin memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin the bones while you sleepin
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