Cypress Hill

t-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!
(blast off!)
[b-real]
Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Cause we warring
All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
Ill find your fuckin ass in due time
Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
Flippin over the gate, cause you cant wait
To get your fuckin ass away
But youre trapped, and theres no way out of this musrhroom cloud
But you never wanna realize that Im planted
In your mind now
Cypress hill compound, you could hear the sound
Let another motherfucker run up
And Ill put your ass down (down)
Then Ill peal from your cap the cypress hill star
Quick look around, you cant hide
You just might die right where you are
Chorus: b-real
Audio x...we gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and Ill flip it any style
Niggaz cant help it,
[barron ricks]
Aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
With these niggaz who be puffin on the dutch
Bustin guns, lay back in the cut