Yall ready for this?
Ha! I dont think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2s on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole teamll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
I wont 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
Yeah!
We dont give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You wont be real with us, but ya reelin us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
Yo, yo
Blunt smokin, half a bottle of remi open
You either holdin or half-assed like Simmy Colan
I leave ya chokin on them lollipop rhymes ya callin
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I cant eat, ya cant sleep
Plus Im in denial, I just cant admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rappers nerves shocked
Now whos hot and whos not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
Im gone, Kodak cant even frame the riddler
Gold realin, Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin with that, lets be realer
Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldnt think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldnt hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin, doc spittin, shark bitten
Star stricken, glock clickin, stop shittin
Inhale the smoke from the masters lungs
You wanna roll up, yo Im the fastest one (ha!)
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
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