geeyeah
soul assassins two times
stick em!
geeyeah
cypress hill three times
come on!
geeyeah. infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
cross the seven seas eased
clockin much conversation
penetration
you know we gets busy
no hesitation
greenery
hand-picked
from my own plantation
feels the heat
under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to
stop the dineros
chills with
senoritas
like charro
get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
follow
my flow
get the cash and go
call my homey b-rizzy in mexico city
loose lips sink ships
faker faces got guilt
didn't mean to call you late
i need a hideout til. cool
homey
i'll bring some fuckin skunk
the homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
just like a bird i'm free
in a land
with no fuckin extradition treaty
i'm out
geyeah
shit is real on the motherfuckin hill god"