Cypress Hill

Intro: sen dog
Yeah
Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five soul assassins
Cypress hill joint.
Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up...
...so get it on kid!
Verse one: erick sermon
Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte
Quicker done than o.j., hey
I freaks my shit, e the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya
Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time?
And unwind and chill, with cypress hill
Huh, I go on with my bad self
Im the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker
Believe me not, Im wicked like three sixes
Im doper than the pete rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish
The green-eyed, bandit, I be errrick serrrmon
I gets real determined
And one for the trouble, and two for the bass
I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace
And if you dont know, yall better recognize
Im coming through with speed, with pounds of weed
Verse two: b-real
Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im representin the hill
With chips and clips and tons of blue steel
So who wants to be the first nigga to die?
Then try and test this, buddha blessed gemini
You get thrown sent home in a coffin
Punk stuff dont make it back, very often
I got erick to take care of the sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin
Bustin open the doors to the temple
Takin you to the dark side of your mental
Chorus: b-real
Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys
Throw your hands in the air
Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys
Throw your hands in the air
Chorus
Verse three: redman