Альбом Cypress Hill

[Opening]

[B-Real]
I used to carry a glock
On the waist line
Man I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line
You'll never taste mine
See me on the screen
Fuckers beggin' for face time
Get your own tape
But don't bother to chase mine
I got a block
Man we havin' a great time
You couldn't fill the shoes
Anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage
For the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you
Get more by the K-9
Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find that they can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds
Hittin' blunts at the same time
Pick a crew homie
You a neon to save time
Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame
You never went through the same grind
Put you in the bind the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

[Chorus]
You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[Sen Dog]
I'm right here on the block
when it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies always holdin' the fort down
Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack
2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strapped
What ever happens
I'm chin checkin' and wreckin' fools
Try disrespecting me
My Smith & Wesson is endin' you
And I ain't changed since back in the day
Get your shit split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run wit' the dog
Better stay in your place
Cuss your little ass name don't hold no weight
And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get your asks denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake
Imma send you to your grave

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish]

[Sen Dog]
Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
Im a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush us
Can't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutches
Or worse
Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered
It's gunna be a cold summer
As soon as the hilt drops
ALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP

[B-Real]
A couple scums in the street
We don't care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime
But I won't blink
We go against everything
Smoke all the green
Got the flow wrong
Swing it aint nothing to me
We put it down anywhere
Like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[Opening as ending]

Ole Buddah coming at your life
Direct with the biggest fattest joint
Coming in with indo flavors
From Buddha, comin' at you like this in '95

It's Friday morning, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
'Cause I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky with the indo cloud in my brain

Where the fuck are my Zig Zags and my lighter?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors 'cause the shit is so sticky
That it's getting on my fuckin' fingers

But it's smoke-able, double tokable
I got the one-hitter
And the Bombay shit that's tokable
I wanna do a joint venture

Let me make sure there ain't no lump
In the goddamn center
The impregnated-looking joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk

East Coast hittin' that blunt West Coast
Hittin' that honey-dipped marijuana joint
And I want another hit, roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind so I toke it up

Can I get a hit, can I get a woo?
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it

I stand true to the yesca
(Mota)
As I keep runnin' from the chota
Gimme that weed, fool, and your Zig Zags
Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk

Living in the big city
The American dream
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more
But I aint selling my soul
With the dope theres no girl
Im on a one way box to the top
Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block
Im in the fast lane and I wont stop
You aint nothing but talk
You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It aint for the weak
Got my roddy gangster that came off the street
Im trying to keep the peace
but I gotta keep my pace
Got these drunk police
Want me all rappy
And I'm searching for the higher ground
I want my head in the sky
So high that I cant come down
Leave your lies in every town across the nation
Cause you can never stop to play
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?
Cruising in the drop chevy
Got my foot on the floor
Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy
You wanna look inside
And see whos crossing the brine
Curiosity is killing you
With stick in the prime
I get high from the brim in the set
Never gripping the square
But all you haters couldnt hold my.
Dont need a clip for my ? straight
You should leave it alone
And check your toe cause my line will spit
This right heres as high as it gets
Somebody likes it..the hell
Cause you stepped on the sex
But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check
Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets
You came, for me I'm the best
And you can keep the dress
Cause I'm smoke at the less
Turn a step back I'm tired of getting pushed
Gotta rise up to the top (to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta rise up to the top (to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?
I go psycho
Crazy Michael Myers
Except the stages on fire going higher
Cause when I lean on a flyer
Theres so much more to make the whole city rise
This defines a man to get the whole world lifted
Wall man trying to make a land with a mission
Theres no way you can stand in this position
You cant take the heat get the fuck about the tension
Go with the will to hustle,
you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle
Were going to world top, homeboy this is the show
We gotta blow up the stage be out the door
Sometimes we all nedd an escape
So when we form our track
Well get your mind while we get the stat
I made a pack with a crew on the hill
We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?

[Intro: Sen Dog]
Hehehehe!

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
I'm a do my thing, let me tell you right now!
Cause I don't know any other way of livin' my life now.
Some of you know the struggle! Some of you live in a bubble!
Some of you hustle and some of you just lookin' for trouble! (some of you just lookin' for trouble!)
I don't follow a lead, tomorrow's a dream!
Pray to God, the [? ] the sorrow I've seen. (Youkno'Imean?)
You want out of here? - You can leave when you wanna
Nothing can stop you - if that's your type of persona! (PERSONA!)
Life is short enough don't make me say it 10 times (10 TIMES!)
I'll kick over for mine - even in the LA Times. (TIMES!)
I can beat the system! - Come on, let's say you with me!
Show me some optimism, we can takeover the city! (WE CAN TAKEOVER THE CITY!)

[Chorus: B-Real]
Real life represent [? ] since the first day!
Gangstas, hustlas - grinding out around the way!
Can't stop - gotta be - always on the paperchase,
Educated, they won't give it, but I get it anyway!

[Bridge: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
(I get it anyway!) - Regardless what the haters say!
I'm a get it anyway! I'm a get it anyway!
(I get it anyway!) - Regardless what the haters say!
I'm a get it anyway! I'm a get it anyway!

[Sen Dog:]
There comes a time in your life - you gotta go for yours
Stay invaders like the battle of forever more. (BATTLE OF FOREVER MORE!)
I stay pedal to the metal, foot on the floor
I'm a keep on the streets, knocking down your doors.
I'm by the dollar - like everybody oughta be
Don't burn nobody - and make the money honestly! (AND MAKE THE MONEY HONESTLY!)
Open your home with the internet technology
I get it anyway just by the [? ] economy. (ECONOMY!)
See I ain't coughin'. - Unless it makes a profit! (IT MAKES A PROFIT!)
I'm dropping it so hot shit like everyday gossip. (LIKE EVERYDAY GOSSIP!)
Regardless of the climate. - I'm gonna get it everyday! (I'm GONNA GET IT EVERYDAY!)
Even if the bullets spray, I'm gonna get it anyday! (I'm GONNA GET IT ANYDAY!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Hook: Sen Dog (B-Real)]
Sing! (La-la la-la-la!)
You know we blazin' up that! (La-la la-la-la!)
All around the world! (La-la la-la-la!)
Our peoples gettin' money! (La-la la-la-la!) - Let me hear you sing!

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
So let 'em hear the solar - [? ] by the collar
Making it harder for you to wanna make an honest dollar.
You wanna sip a little - to make your pain numb
Tippin' that bottle got you forgettin' where you came from. (FORGETTIN' WHERE YOU CAME FROM!)
But I'm the same one, where you think my name's from
I'm a keep it moving and never stop till the games done. (NEVER STOP TILL THE GAMES DONE!)
Forever we live it, forever we spit it!
Remember the minute you witnessed the realest that ever did it! (QUIT IT!)
Still I'm committed! Mo matter what I hear from the critic
People can see through a gimmick - I'm putting on a critic! (I'm PUTTING ON A CRITIC!)
We in troubled times, swerving through the double lines
You're in a head on commision, cause now you servin' times. (NOW YOU SERVIN' TIMES!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

Do you want to get high?
(YEAH ! ....)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: Rise Up
Title: Pass The Dutch
Edited by: Buck
(Put it in the air...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Then put in the air
if you wanna get high
Spark it up in a circle
With the kush weed that would hurt you
If you got the purple we can blaze it
Either way, The high you scerch?
You shoulda bought
Then you know the rules
before you hit it once
When you catch my blunt
you know which way to pass it
when it comes
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Don't ever pass it on the right
never ash it on my Nike
If you sprinkle hash in it
Just don't let it out your sight
'Cause if you take it outta sight,
Well ya just beggin' for a fight
Aight!
Give me a lighter,
So why you can't decide
to ignite it?
Puff Puff Pass homie!
Don't just stand and try to hide it
I smoke a bowl or a spliff
and uplift my sprits
then I take a bong hit
Hit it fuckin' hard
and clear it
Hit it with the left hand,
pass to the next man
Still the fool is blessed,
and his weed is from the west
and you'll never get it done
your bitin',
you can bet it on your life
It's 4/20 every night
Who wanna get high?
Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
And then put it in the air
If you wanna get high
I'm Green Evidence
On the podium, stands the minister
I see weed from Cypress trees
I just finished up
I'm center stage high,
Civic center stage dive
Even summer,winter, spring,
and fall, ain't the same
My heads in the clouds
of smoke then I choke and laugh,
then toke on the left hand side
No joke work
can touch these Los Angeles souls
We twist herbs up
The word's a dangerous flow
(Go!)
(Only on the left hand...)
When I smoke
I'm tilted to the side like a kick stand
Roll up a rock
and call me a middle man
I'm sinkin' a riddle
like it was quicksand
One *snort* clear out your nasal passage
wit the medicine of dristan
Voilà
My mind at ease...
The Police car (Whoop-Whoop)
wanna come find my trees
Hashish from Iraq
will make my eyes chinese
Tearing up the studio
just tryin' to find my keys (la, la, la, la, la...)
It's like that ya'll
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side (la, la, la, la, la...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Then put it in the air
If you wanna get high
Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....)

This is fucking weed is good holmes
Fuck!
You know, the first time i fuckin' blazed up
I was listing to those bopo's Cypress Hill
You ever heard of them holmes?
Ya i heard of em
They fuckin' suck
Are you fuckin stupid eh?
What the fuck are you talking about, those bopo's are feed man eh'
I'm gonna shoot you boy
Shut up
(pop pop!)

Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja

This is for those haters and imitators
Take your medicine you won't like the flavor
The taste ain't sweet we lace that beef
Never forget how we play in the streets
Never forget what you say in the streets
If you talk too loud get laid with the heat
We want that cake and j, you can't stop us
Out the gate we take those dollars
Get a crew while we do us some real shit
Me and the dogs we rock steady pushin' the Hill shit
We flip scripts like dough boys clip bricks
Get money like lottery quick picks
We stick with it and homie i'm quick witted
Still in the game and sane we still spit it
Top level, livin' like a rebel
Settle down bitch while we skip that medal

Remember when you motherfuckers
Tried to take what's mine
Nigga's left me for dead
But i'll never forget
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)

I came up in the game doin' my thang for the flava
Never thought game gang, bangin' on the haters
They used to gangbang on the corner black came out
Drop on the world was a big flame out
I remember when you niggas used to front on me
Everywhere I ride kept the gun on me
I only used to listen to my one OG,
He said get money but stay low key
So its a payback, with pain in the back
The whole world gettin' high
When I say it on the track
And I say it with a gap
To hit em up with
All it takes is one hit and you never forget
Smoke ont he Hill
Wanna kill the whole spliff
Fuckin' shot we takin' the whole thing
Remember we don't miss

Remember when you motherfuckers
Tried to take what's mine
Nigga's left me for dead
But i'll never forget
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)

Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja [x2]

[Intro]
- Hey man ! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man!
- Aw, man... I've been so out.
.. You are sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes!
- Ok, check it out man !

[Verse 1 - B-Real]
I'mt he original Dr. Green, thumb the rest and lie us
I'm the one with the prescription to get you higher
I got every type of weed that you might desire
Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired
Any kind of flavor you savor
I can do you the favor
Just as long as you share with your neighbor
Some like the Sour Deep, that's an east coast way
But on the west coast we all know KUSH is queen
Some of y'all will smoke anything, but me, I'm picky
I throw it out if I don't see that it's green and sticky
No stress, no bush, I'm pushing the KUSH
When I harvest... (?)... I'm the king of the bang like the Nike swoosh
I'm over the world, in case you wonder
I smoked everywhere I went, they call me the weed hunter
But no one does it better like we do in Cali
Just ask one of my patients cause they always tell me that the...

[Chorus]
K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the high I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
The more I smoke, the high I get
The better I feel, I can't quit

[Verse 2 - B-Real]
Kottonmouth Kings are down with us
Snoop Dogg and Dre are down with us
Cheech and Chong, they're down with us
But the DEA, they can get the nuts
On a hard times cover, you might see us
Taking hits from the bong with the April song
With weed so strong, that knockout King Kong
Hit it one good time... Your mind's gone
Your eyes get red, and your mouth goes dry
Just get me when you want more and I'll supply
Red and me... (?)... gets stoned and said How High
They said high enough to touch gal and kiss the sky
That's a... (?)... But I think I got what you need
I got to move the thought and I'm ready to feed
So, follow my lead I got some gifts to bring
It's an everyday life for the Reepa King

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - B-Real]
I got the cream of the crop
My crop means cream
When it's time to bag it up
Buy a several ... (?)...
We're like the Yankees, most winning, grand champs of the earth
Nothing gets you like the type of medicine I serve
Lawyers, teachers, actors, street cleaners
No matter what they are, they all come to see the Reepa
They stay high 24 like Keefa
I tell 'em don't hit too hard, this is a Creepa
Body Hamilson is down with us
Bruce Willis smoke all, he's down with us
Yeah, Willie Nelson is down with us
Who the fuck you think drives the ganja bus?
D.R. Morwitch, she's down with us
She got popped at the airport with joints and such
So if anyone asks, she's down with us
And you don't wanna inna more weed in the Cannabis cup
I'm Greenton, I bring supreme son
That strange bended in mind, I've never seen one
The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high that you can't concentrate
Dave Chapelle, is down with us
Halle Barry, too, but don't tell no one
KRS One is down with us
He's a blood getting smoked and he can't wake up

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!

[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)]
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)

[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin

[Chorus]

I was an outcast, outsider,
Trouble maker
A lost soul, outta control,
In danger
Didn't have a care in the world
My feeling were numb
Never showing emotion
Is easy for some
I don't know how it happened
How I got to this point
But I needed a way out
I was stuck in a ploy
I needed another path or I'd self destruct
I was down on my luck
My head was so fucked!
A menace rollin' the streets is what I was
Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs
You couldn't tell me a thing,
I was like my brother,
Words went in one ear and out the other
Slangin' and bangin',
With a chip on my shoulder
An insane, hit the brain
Certified street soldier
So close to the grave,
You at an early age,
Can't tell you the price I've paid

Chorus:

Oh the sky overhead,
Is like a canvas of grey
I dunno how much time,
I'm begginin' to save
From the first spring to light
To the end of the day
I'm just livin', my life
'Till they come carry me away

I've been there in LA nights
In the block where I came up
My pops used to hate
When we hanged with them bangers
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
"Fight, don't run"
Is the motto we live by
Get 'em on the ground
And stomp a mind about ten times
Sure we was just kids back then
I had no remorse for what we did back then
Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in
Hit the strip, and go and get the shit crack in
Gun wars, and drug deals, I seen 'em happen
When I started losin' home boys I wasn't laughin'
I looked all around and seen,
None of 'em there
That's when I figured out,
That nobody cared
If we lived or die,
We'll just get high and ride
And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time

Chorus:

Oh the sky overhead,
Is like a canvas of grey
I dunno how much time,
I'm begginin' to save
From the first spring to light
To the end of the day
I'm just livin', my life
'Till they come carry me away

My mother would stand for me
Every step of the way
She did not judge me
She told me I'd win some day
When I was at my lowest
When I had no focus
She pulled me out the gutter
Said I wasn't hopeless
Every night she prayed for me
I was out on the street
Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat
Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes
It's an every day hazard when you hustle for doe
So many nights I didn't come home,
She thought the worst
Maybe somebody shot me down
Without any remorse
Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell
Well I regret all those time that I put her through hell
When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches
And everybody I lost or let down,
I wish I could take it all back
And make it better but I can't,
So I try to make amends
And be there, through thick and thin

Chorus:

Oh the sky overhead,
Is like a canvas of grey
I dunno how much time,
I'm begginin' to save
From the first spring to light
To the end of the day
I'm just livin', my life
'Till they come carry me away

Come carry me away
(x4)

I'm on a rampage
Ripping up the damn stage
Full time ____ killer
Some say renegade
Part time psycho
Sipping on lemonade
Don't won't trouble
But I give it to you anyway

Yes I'm insane
Put you in pain
My mind is big train
To live in the fast lane
Should I slow down
Fuckin speed up
You better take a hit of my weed
You need some

Go hard, know hard, live hard, die hard
Brave one, cap one, fake one, slap one
Brave one, jack one, save one, gat one

Rise up rise up take me higher
Got my hands on the wheel and I'm never lookin back in my rear view mirror
I'm a trouble seeker, I'm a trouble seeker
Can't eat or sleep in need of medical attention I'm a trouble seeker

[feat. Everlast]

Im at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites,
Im destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life,
Im under pressure but the time is right,
For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night,
Im searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise,
And my neighbours are looking at me with hate in their eyes,
Quad and tea, the streets filled with death and lies,
Was set up to die but we plant seeds to rise,
So when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected,
Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it,
I gotta believe, in more than I see,in something better than this, whatever it is,
I need a quate before my feeling is gone,
Maybe my feeling is wrong
But ill embrace it like a beautiful song,
I feel something strong coming along,
I cant explain what it is, but I'm relaxed till my mind is gone.

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

This feeling is hitting me hard, my soul is scarred,
The feeling is saw like I'm getting a message from god,
Believin in cause, no one believes in the laws,
The reason the strong breaks - a soul is lost,
Im searching for my soul in a myst of boldest insanity,
I'd vanity my home is a warzone callamity, randomly,
Tragedies happen I'm sick of this life,
I'd give in a minute the Vicapri is from stripe,
Gotta bond with the new brothers, leditucci and
Cheddars survival of our mothers would be proud of us,
When the day comes and we rise the high of our faith,
And nothing can touch us, we dont the feel the mothers,
Now the bees inside of my head, the life that I lead,
Left me for dead and lost on the path that I tread,
I blade so many to rest, from family to friends
We pretend it doesnt happen, but when will it end?

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

I gotta new thought in my mind, in a matter of time,
Ill be in a sublime state of the spiritual kind,
My family is holding me high, theyre nervous inside,
I can see in their eyes pride but the eyes dont lie,
If the celebration continues Ill follow my heart,
And my home is being infected from the poisonous dart.
Its fallin apart, I dont wanna see its demise.
So imma have to make a difference to remember I tried,
My brother and sister smiling as I leave in the night,
My mother kisses me on the cheek and my father is quiet,
No words need to be said as my patters begun, cause
Nothing can break the chain of a father and son,
As I take a step in the street where my destiny lies,
Tryin to focus, my nerves got my stomach in ties,
Rollin in a club god damn these people are young,
But needs to be done so Ill reach you over the hoe.

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

came back to life, for your protection
back the dead of resurrection
we came to change the whole completion
take this game a new direction

last stop when the gas popped
when the Kush blows free
and the low-lows drop
to photo-opt
no flash
we smash
get cash
cash out the fuckin spot

it's a new day to bill
expect the hill
we grab the bill
the trip is real
don't make pull out the steal link
cause all the commotion
and emotions kill

heat-seekers, if the come seekers
serve your asses through the big speakers
anyone, anywhere, we on jack
blowing up another spot with the contract

bounce bounce bounce bounce
kill em up
Tear em up
put him down

jump jump jump jump
if he acts tough
shut him up
put him down

bounce bounce bounce bounce
getting high
let him ride
put him down

jump jump jump jump
if you don't give a fuck
blow him up
put him down

the fear factor
the peri-actor
adrenalin maxed in bringing the raptor
we cap it and coming at ya
studio gangsters applying the actra

still print that real shit
i'm the dog in the cup
and real hard to deal with
how long have we heard you down
and broke down doors with the grimey sound

no surrender, we push and enter
take over the scene and blaze the green
put a chill through ya body
when you saw my teeth
find yourself in the middle
where the pink convenes

dont slip on the misfits
coz the minute you popshit
the mic gets twisted
anytime, anywhere we blast off
the right start as parted your ass off

bounce bounce bounce bounce
kill em up
Tear em up
put him down

jump jump jump jump
if he acts tough
shut him up
put him down

bounce bounce bounce bounce
getting high
let him ride
put him down

jump jump jump jump
if you dont give a fuck
blow him up
put him down


we blow smoke in the air to fill the nation
getting you high no hesitation
so hard to charge, no complication
take another hit for respiration
legalise don't criticize
coz one day you might understand who to symbolise
any man, any woman gotta like that
first trying put a cape, gotta fight back

let strip shows, like flip mode
we make you bounce on the track
with sick flows and kick toe
dont trip in the marsh pit
its a danger to spray just for salts on toxic
we're phenomenal, so unstoppable
UNLIMITED, your just comical
stay back, with slate jack (way back)
payback's a bitch and we know how to play that

bounce bounce bounce bounce
kill em up
Tear em up
put him down

jump jump jump jump
if he acts tough
shut him up
put him down

bounce bounce bounce bounce
getting high
let him ride
put him down

jump jump jump jump
if you dont give a fuck
blow him up
put him down

kill em up
tear em up
put em down

if he acts tough
shut em up
put em down

getting high
let em ride
put em down

if you dont give a fuck
blow em up
put him down

[B-Real]
Ready set go
I'm ready to run
Steady we get though, under the sun
About to let go
Show me respect though
Uno memento
We came from the bottom and rose to the top
Like the cream in your coffee, burning hot
Climbing the billboards for the number one spot
King or the block, stop for a second to watch
Look and learn and loose your top
No more bottles to drop
We still rolling
Pocket's swollen
We're locked and loaded
And the scene exploded
And we're solid as ever on any endeavour
Cypress Hill forever doesn't get any better
We came and saw and conquered it all
We're hungry for more like the kids in Darfur

[Chorus]
We live hard still armed and dangerous
We young love be alarmed, don't play with us
Play this song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along hit the bong and blaze with us
[x2]

[Sen Dog]
I'm the dog and i'm undisputed
And you've been recruited
I'm the general that your boy saluted
Give you a minute to see how we do it
You've never seen such finesse cuz you're so polluted
I'm the king in this area hombre
Knocked em out the park when i'm standing on home plate
(Come on)
So many years of blood sweat and tears
Without me the dogs stay switching the gears
I'm still the same man from back in the day
And i'm still getting luck from africa to LA
Tape one hit play
Burst started to sway
Every time i leave the city fools want me to say
Cuz they stay loyal so it's harder to go
And like the lights i got's to grow
That means i'll roll but i'll return later
Give props to my and buckshots to haters
Bup-bup!

[Chorus]
We live hard still armed and dangerous
We young love be alarmed, don't play with us
Play this song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along hit the bong and blaze with us
[x2]

[B-Real]
Raise your hands in the air like you're supposed to
And everybody scream like you're on a rollercoaster
We're down with the Costra Nostra
We smashing, we sick jackin' and the Soul Assassins
Hip hop culture we fuck you both
Just as you caught in the rapture
All i hear is laugher
In a year's time some of you punks won't matter
Let's see if you can hang if you can climb the ladder
You're not a rapper you're a fucking joke
A one-track hack on a track get your pass revoked
I got keys to the city and we locking you out
Come hard for the paint and i'm blocking you out
So run for the hills and hide in the can
Just put the mic down
And be that fan
With your petty hands outside the lobby
I'm a pro get my signature
This ain't no hobby

[Chorus]
We live hard still armed and dangerous
We young love be alarmed, don't play with us
Play this song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along hit the bong and blaze with us
[x2]

"Breaking news story, just bringing you up to date..
..across the US, as the country's economy continues to plunge..
..now some are so outraged they are doing something about it..
..congress is proposing new taxes..
..symbols remind you of the toll the ongoing wars are taking on our country..
CEOs..."

[Chorus]
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Yes, we shut em down
[x2]

[Sen Dog]
Somethin' getting down from the motherfuckin' get go
Hands around your neck and i'm refusing to let go
I'm like a down south crooked ass police
Gettin' me some of everything down to your show biz
See they got me
Going buck wild
Swinging on the paparazzi
We not done, this shit ain't over
We're back with a nation of soldiers
We ain't havin' it
We takin' over kid
Coming through with the cannabis potent shit
I'm thinkin' oh no
We rock the good show
Hand over the mic like Billy Boddy in a fist show

[Chorus]
(Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold Wars, Politicians, Quiet Tax)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Yes, we shut em down
[x2]

[B-Real]
Going down the cross roads
Feeling kinda lost
No way to make it forsaken and taken for a lost soul
I don't want your sympathy
I don't need your hand out
Never had it planned out
Just a cut your man out
Wars on the newscast
Caught it on a news flash
Heard about a new tax
What if i refuse that?
I don't want your promises
I don't need your bullshit
I don't need you telling me the answers at the pulpit
Setup for the meltdown
Hunted by the hellhounds
Spiders got you spellbound
Get up if you fell down
I don't hate your slick talk
I don't seek your point of view
I'm the fucking thorn your side that keeps annoying you

[Chorus]
(A Common Enemy, hypocrites, Crooked Cops, Drug Lords, Higher Tax)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Yes, we shut em down
[x2]

[Chorus]
(War Criminals, Politicians, No Surrender, By any means)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Shut 'em down (Shut em down)
Yes, we shut em down
[x2]

Ay Caribe el tierra del mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo y Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
(mi fama hispana)
Hermanito la lucha recien que impieza
(hermano ponle gana)
Yo naci con sangre Taina, yo naci

Came out the other man
Southern land
Didn't have to jump a hand
Never had another plan
I'm different to the mother man
Some will get a summer tan
It's hotter than a summer jam
Live for today
Cause you'll never gettin another chance
I ain't trippin off the he say and she say
Cause we say fuck
And pass me a cuba libre
That's what we want
Don't front
I could see ya but
You don't want to see the cold heap up front
How we blow it up
We came to blow it up, hit the spot
So we're done
Representin' in, blowin up
That's how we show the love
That's how we pass up all this shit that
We know gon' come
It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won

[Chorus]

Latino hasta la muerte
Chicos they working hard
Bout the noise,
Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God
The Cubans from Miami coulda took that coke route
Marimberos parseros con clinicas
Santeros con muela
Que dicen que pueden curar abuelas
Ya'll like scarface,
I'm more like Sosa
Cypress hill pretty flaco
It's our culture
From cali to the crib, crib
Me in miami
Thank god I'm doin music
If not I'd be tying families
I'm not a asshole(oh no)
About my cash flow
Let me take this shit
and send this letter off to Castro
ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.

[Chorus]

We way too hot
always comin up with something clever
a cosa nostra
cypress hill maca fera
feelin fancy in the hip throne, guayabera
and we just clowning
on what we call some, money-lera
call me sammy
wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I'm straight cubanichi
I bang Pinar del Rio
Lockin up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I'm gonna rap over it
Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here
Yes sir I gotta go
Get me some Chiva's Regal
And slap me some dominos

[B-real]
It was a cold dark night in December
Running from the po-po's the alleyway I enter
Trying to hideaway when I stumbled on a gun
And nobody's knows nothing about where it came from
And nothing hotter then the summers in June
Who knows how many souls they put in the tomb
When I picked it up man, I felt alot of pain
Like a shot thru the brain for reasons I can't explain
After it went away I felt a sudden change
Like, I can do anything and don't get in my way
I'm scared for my family
They couldn't understand with gun in my hand I became another man
No more running and hiding away from the cops
No more getting robbed from the dudes on the block
You're looking at a new man in the light of the sun
You're staring down the barrel of a dead man's gun

[Chorus]
cuz you never know what's around them corners
Enemies try to run up on us
So I keep that gun right by my side
if you want it you gotta take my life
and if you got problems I got answers
one shot from the revolver, can solve it
anyway you want it, it don't matter
if you got hard, imma go harder
(you gotta take my life)

[B-real]
You walk into a dream and shit feels like a game
everyone is different but they all end up the same
Even the places and the faces all change
At the end of the dream, I could see the bullets rain
I thought it was me who brought these people to the death
'Til I noticed a funny thing, I was standing on the left
Looking at other people with their hands on the gun
And pulling the trigger until their enemies were done
And with each hand that held the gun it got deeper
They ended a question against the shoulder of the Reaper
they all look invincible with the weapon that was cursed
Until it was their turn to ride in the hearse
Seems like the history is passing down to me
Cuz my finger was itching to go after my enemies
I welcome them all with the best on my chest
Because I put em to the test
And laid those bodies to rest

[Chorus]
cuz you never know what's around them corners
Enemies try to run up on us
So I keep that gun right by my side
if you want it you gotta take my life
and if you got problems I got answers
one shot from the revolver, can solve it
anyway you want it, it don't matter
if you got hard, imma go harder
(you gotta take my life)

[B-real]
Spring for more pimpin'
Time passes by
And people are telling me about the look in my eye
Sayin' it seems there's a chip on my shoulder
And for some reason my attitude has gotten bolder
I knew it was true cuz I felt myself changin'
But I don't care what they think cuz I'm still the same man
I don't show weakness anymore without a question
Don't wanna be stressin' and have to teach them rappers a lesson
never a time i felt so alive and situations I thrive like bees to a hive
I murder these new kids who got something against me
The thought of you talkin' shit really fuckin' offends me
In no time at all we come back to each other
Seems like I've seen it before
Swear it on my mother
Shot rang out and my hands went numb
Body on the floor with the dead man's gun

[Chorus]
cuz you never know what's around them corners
Enemies try to run up on us
So I keep that gun right by my side
if you want it you gotta take my life
and if you got problems I got answers
one shot from the revolver, can solve it
anyway you want it, it don't matter
if you got hard, imma go harder
(you gotta take my life)
(you gotta take my life)
(you gotta take my life)
(you gotta take my life)
(you gotta take my life)

[Chorus]
Imma go hardcore what I believe in
And no, I'm not gonna slow down
They try tell me what it is what I can or can't be
I gotta family that I gotta hold down
So i'm gonna rise like smoke [x3]
T'ill the day they put me underground

[B-real]
I gotta break these chains
Take these reins
Ignore these pains
No pain no gain
I gotta hard move like like a muscle car
Get ahead of the pack
Get like a double R
I never loose sight
Only to too tight
Only to get away
Too many will lose sight
And right now you got your head in the clouds
Screaming your name
Nothing can bring you down
Everybody gotta dream
Hurry up and go get it
Singing the same song
You ain't in tune
Tellin yourself i'mma get ine soon
It's a race to the limelight
And the pack is running
Can you keep up and tell us that you want it
When you get it tell us what you're gonna with it
Imma gonna show you how to move with it

[Chorus]
Imma go hardcore what I believe in
And no, I'm not gonna slow down
They try tell me what it is what I can or can't be
I gotta family that I gotta hold down
So i'm gonna rise like smoke [x3]
T'ill the day they put me underground

[Sen-Dog]
Stayin' here
Lookin' for the gusto
Desirin' to hustle
Deep on the street with
Soul assassin muscle
Fate motivated
Fate upgraded
Fate updated and always on fated
What we come again
What we roll up
With the real channel 13 stone up
Never rest gotta keep moving
Anything less put my shoe in it
What you want holmes?
Ya we got some
Best believe it's the motherfuckin' box son
I feel hungry but that's the sex
Ain't done yet like broadway brick
Ain't no question that's why i'm a threat
I'm getto raised right out the projects
Now you know that I'll be done when I wanna go
And for real and the damn thing

[Chorus]
Imma go hardcore what I believe in
And no, I'm not gonna slow down
They try tell me what it is what I can or can't be
I gotta family that I gotta hold down
So i'm gonna rise like smoke [x3]
T'ill the day they put me underground

[B-real]
When the lights go on and the mic turn on
Find someone it's so live it's wrong
You wanted more then your typical common hit
Feels good when the band bounces kinky shit
Right after the show after the flow
On the grounds in the back look out for out yo
Where the shorty at?
She wanna ride with the band
She screamin' "Guys I'm your biggest fan"
Looking cute, whaetever she can
She looking cute like a bride in day
Sweatin' hard she won't resist
When you ask her she plays just like this:

[Chorus with female voice]
Imma go hardcore what I believe in
And no, I'm not gonna slow down
They try tell me what it is what I can or can't be
I gotta family that I gotta hold down
So i'm gonna rise like smoke [x3]
T'ill the day they put me underground

I'm loaded like a shotgun
Got one under my coat
it's late night no stage fright
i'm going for broke
while i'm hittin' my smoke
i'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard
hit em fast
get away it's all she wrote
it's a heartbreaking habit
when you gotta have it
you grab it
stare at an album
so good at it
certified
good magic
look at it
in your face
money's gone
so am i so long
but now my hustle's changed
no more stickin' you up
i've got some weed I know that for sure it can pick you up
just spark it up
i gotta dime or a twenty sack
all sales are final
don't ask for your money back
don't even look at the money sack
it's funny that
it still wasn't enough
i like still searchin' for honey flack
no i'm servin' the boulders
looking over my shoulders
every step that i take
a rock might knock me over

[Chorus]
Strike the match
Spark the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
hit em hard hit em fast
keep the gas on em
We're gonna char
Get the dogs go gas on em

lone range
a brace to be a gangster
grew up
rock stages
a long way from
but i got gauges
pullin guns out on strangers
bunch a wild niggas
nobody can tame us
one in the chamber
drive by homicide
shit I gotta roll a dime
ever day i ran away
my life one helluva time
i like to see heads get
a problem
that's how i solve em
no discussion
go for my mind
task force rush em
until that day
all i gotta say is fuck em

[Chorus]

post it top son
claw some
makin' my way
throught the jungle
call something
bring a leader

when you're in the top spot
you better be top notch
or else the haters take pot shots
its none stop hsit talkin'
ready to harm him
disarm him
send his ass away in a coffin
my game is awesome
that often

time slip away
ticket on a train till an early grave
reap what you sough
never had a handout
had my hustle's brand out
you wish my luck would run out

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, bonafied funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bear witness
Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
Forward motion make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around
People learning about, what they're smoking
My oven is on high, when I roast the quail
Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power
Now feel the effects...

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!

Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong