(Sen Dog) Don't let nobody treat me like crap I'm pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs The best in these days I smoke on these tracks Gonna
Handle it, handle it You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquette True, true You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed At
Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders 'Cause my mic
of a rhythm, you best listen, get it over with Stolen shit, rollin' it, Cypress ownin' it, bitin' niggas clonin' it I got a dog got a bone to pick, you
like Niccoleo Sayin my name burst your mark like "Tapateo!", punk You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill
I'm pushing the bomb Do what you want do what you need the hardcore Breaking the law the new seed yes they want more Cypress Hill Soul Assassins we smokin
Yeah, these voices up in my head All these voices up in my head Makin' me dread, when I sleep at night Visions of people with evil intentions wanna fly
be out there tryin' to duplicate But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast Of the cypress hill
you back Jack me and I'll jack you back Clothes are settin' off from the start I'm crazy as fuck just like 2 Pac Mash on Cypress Hill in a Catalac truck
So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your
chorus: (B Real) So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
new niggaz tryin' to bust grips Keep tryin' and I'm shittin' all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggaz wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill
You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin' for your head, how I could just kill a man? Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit We Latin-thug
Huh, what you want? What you want from me? Tell me what, tell me what What you want from me, huh? What you want? What you want from me? Tell me, tell
Real 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
just like Niccoleo Sayin my name burst your mark like "Tapateo!", punk You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill
ha ha ha ha [B-Real] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill
