you better hope i'm chained up
shackled with a yard
i'll snatch you by the neck
bide you like a tech
wreck fools when i disconnect
make you sweat
shit your pants
get in yuor step on my advance
catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
fool what? you ain't got nothin' to say
i been backin' up east side la
all day
blowin' up the best techs
the best flex
havin' the best sex
fuckin' in wessex
the hardcore shit
i know you like it raw
'cause ain't no other dog breakin' the last straw
b-real]
you better bounce
nigga
smoke an ounce
nigga
'cause you rollin' with the hill and what counts is uh
can you hang with us? you wanna bang with us?
cypress hill
worldwide
los angeles
i don't bark
i just bite
mangle and maim niggas up
check your strap
they mangle us and pick us up
fool
now you tremblin'
i give you three seconds
to break out before you resemblin' a dead man
a hole through your headband
my gat's in my right hand
my plug's in my left hand
punk
cypress hill worldwide
you just a local
don't anger me
or you can hear it in my vocal
you don't want that strap on my hip
to deal out
the repercussions dug a fat lip
i'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom
fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume
bitches
you're all thick-eyed
a weak ride
i take money-money
make dummies all night
use the mic
bruise the mic
we choos the mic
when you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
we choose a life right
we roll with crew tight
see the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
wettin' up your flyest apparel
a cane ray
you forget me and i'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
remember me now
cypress hill soldier
up and down the boulevard
big money folder
you bring descript sequence with no defense
the whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'