got it (Oh yeah) Now imported from the planet of dope shit Be the native tongue Rocka one plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts Don Perry on free back where Ladies love to hear
I'm planted in your mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down Then I'll peal from
em Pr's Hill screamin' em They call me the Greenthumb, the serene one I laid back from the drum like a beach bum. Shit is hot as summer. Another classic
, deadly as Magic Johnson Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
Is pity from no one, this city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart From each one of my limbs
Ughh! hey you, it's just another bombtrack ughh Hey you, it's just another bombtrack yeah It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack And
it by your heart Love has left us memories There's no better way to part I will find another love Someone new to drag me down How you tried to level
to look If the drink don't do it, than I bet them f-cking diamonds would I'm off the rails, n-gga I'm a head case Tryna take it to another level like
If the drink don't do it, than I bet them f-cking diamonds would I'm off the rails, n-gga I'm a head case Tryna take it to another level like a stair
around sams in the circle we hustle K.C. gave me the game, I took it and tuck it Nigga brought it to another level cooking and cutting From the half seventeen
know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla, cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Key-C and Po-yo, I even gotta tight what cut from the Hair Cut Joe, man
Whispering there something of a thriller, killer Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty Rudy, mighty rap now toss another
Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward Stop the crow from the young flowers, from
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
is more bass up in my head phones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal My verses are hot as shit like I recorded wit' the Devil I'm on another level
Pop me the ...I'ma put my heart in it, I'ma put my heart in it, Bullshit , call the .., ...keep announce it, Yellow girl, purple ...angeless, The lifestyle
a another level My money on a another Level She fucking ordinary niggas Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas My money on a another level My money on a another level
baby, suga sista You know I need you baby, suga sista You know I love you baby, suga sista You know I need you baby I just got home from off another