Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so Yeah! Oh, listen to this We gonna come at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel
Say what? Say what? Say what? I be that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It
I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy You're
Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle My nizzle, you gon
fader or compare to The Original Pyscho-Baiter Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders Heard
Once again We're back It's the big bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Legalize it Cypress Hill will ever die at
Low rider, low rider Low rider, low rider Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy We
few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned Raider
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin'
You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga
As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back Even before I started blazing the chronic sack I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid Looking up
(*Inhale, exhale repeated throughout intro*) (Intro: B-Real) You know, there are times when, you run out of weed There's no one you can call But
Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit
It's been a while now, been around the block many miles Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces Where I spend time, places where my mind
Oh baby, come on, let me take you where the action is Oh baby, come on, let me take you where the action is Oh baby, come on, let me take you where the
Girl, you thought you found the answer On that magic carpet ride last night But when you wake up in the mornin' The world still gets you uptight Well,
