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Y`all ready for this?
Ha! I don`t think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin` out the window Jump up! It aint no need to fight We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty My family feud dudes who pack 2`s on survey Jersey and house Gun like an elephants snout Pull ya ambulance out Ya whole team`ll get bombarded Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers I won`t leave till the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill Yeah! [Chorus: B-Real] We don`t give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high You won`t be real with us, but ya reelin` us and you want to ride You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high [Method Man] Yo, yo Blunt smokin`, half a bottle of remi open You either holdin` or half-assed like Simmy Colan I leave ya chokin` on them lollipop rhymes ya callin` So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin` If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch Ya know if I can`t eat, ya can`t sleep Plus I`m in denial, I just can`t admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper`s nerves shocked Now who`s hot and who`s not I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I`m gone, Kodak can`t even frame the riddler Gold realin`, Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller Whoever think they fuckin` with that, lets be realer [Chorus] [B-Real] Take the back seat and smash beats Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn`t think of I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley You twisted up, burnt out within seconds Cos you couldn`t hang with the John Blaze methods Bong hittin`, doc spittin`, shark bitten Star stricken, glock clickin`, stop shittin` Inhale the smoke from the master`s lungs You wanna roll up, yo I`m the fastest one (ha!) You wanna test with the sess, well first off That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off [Chorus X2]
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