Cypress Hill

Verse1

In the city lights, the night'll give me life.
I hear the drums, Ima war chief gimme knife.
Got kush fuck the knife just give me light.
Spark it up in my grow room, pretty sight.
Got a house on the hill with the pretty type,
You ain't got a kush man, what a shitty life.
I don't wanna hit a bowl on ya mini pipe.
Tryin to hit my 8 footer, reach Diddy heights.

Now Im swinging on the drums like tarzan
Incorporate the weed to my bars man
Sixteen of em, I been needin em, on stage screamin 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 number.
Everybody give it up for the funky drummer.

Chorus:

And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
And the beat goes on and on and on
And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
And the beat goes on

Verse 2

Here come the west coasters, wylin out loco.
My eyeballs bleed from the weed I been smokin.
Keep walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile.
Way too deep, my block legendary.
Many MC's tried to creep and got burried.
He aint come to Cypress, back with the tightest
Man behind the king, we know you gon' like this.
Roll with the top dog, do it like a rockstar.
Stuffin em up, a double dose of hot sauce
You got your ears on, and your listenin
To bad motherfuckas in this here business.
Handle shit right, get your stack on
Anybody hating, its the fool you smash on.
Gonna say last time and Im gonna jump
Hit em like Blam ! Give the drummer some

Chorus

Shit is critical, we are the invincible.
Riot starter, start riots on principle.
At the pinnacle, the game is winnable
Put the record on the table, guaranteed spinnable.
Follow the leader, the level is going off the meter.
The funk freaker, with the big drum beater.
What you scared for, better prepare yourself.

Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci

Came out the other man
Southern land
Didn't have another hand
Never had another plan
I'm different to the mother land
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 ****
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 **** 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
Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke
Marinero pasero con clinicas
Santeros con muera
Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela
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 ****
And send this letter off to Castro
Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.

[chorus]

We way to hot
Always comin up with something clever
A costa lostra
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 cuban-ichi
I bang Pina 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

[chorus]

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]

[feat. Mike Shinoda]

[B-Real]?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 void?I needed another path or I'd self destruct?I was down on my luck?My head was so f-cked!?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??[Mike Shinoda - 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??[Sen Dog]?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 sh-t 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]??[B-Real]?My mother was there for me?Every step of the way?She did'nt 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]??[Mike Shinoda]?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?[End]

(this bout is for the heavyweight championship of the world i give you the one and only cypress hill)

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot another round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

Straight up we raise up
been around for awhile
we still blaze up
And haters pay up
I lay up in the cemetary
bow down son, it's customary
We show up and blow up
Take over the whole show
then it's over
You know what
Feels good to throwin' bones and such
Let lemme burn this track so I can light your blunts (light em up)
east coast west coast we mash up
down south overseas we cash em
in a whip we bunk homie stand up
we back on the block get your hands up
get dazed up and baked up
one little hit from the kush you're spaced out
and fade out
get 'em up
get 'em up
get 'em up now
all the people in the back come on up now

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot around round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

Take notes we make notes
we livin that real shit boy no fake hoes
you konw we break through
tear open the fuckin coffin
no stoppin so take precaution
get high strung and die young
But I'll calm you down with whats in my lungs
scared to try some put you in a state of bliss
need some homie i give you a hit
gangsters hustlers we play rough
everybody wanna talk we don't say much
we roll so thick that you hate us
you plan an attack on the caper
one crime its all time
never givin in cuz we ride the hardline
watch the starshine
we bring the whole house down
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot around round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

(In the green corner undefeated as a professional is the one and only sen dog!)

get cracked spit nice
go in all in the paint
you just get by
see me get high
puffing like mr. marley
hear his twitches in the low low of who's a harley
we hang out and bang out
all you scatter
when i pull my thing out and ring out
you don't know me i shout my name out
try to test me boy i blow your brains out
eastside westside we get em up
any enemies guess who set em up
you afraid of me guess who let me up
take my stack see who wet em up
tengo mi fierro
no te olvides,soy pistolero
te quemo!
and we'll smoke up all your ashes up
throw em up
smoke em up
get em up!

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot around round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

{the winner by knockout the 17 time world champion the better ace of the stage the one and only the kushstav the hashstav Cypress Hill!!!
hill
hill..
hill..)