prelude to a come up

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"