Cypress Hill Album

Verse One

Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that
Sendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha
Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide
You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel one
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa
You're stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now?
Being the hunted one is no fun
Here I come son, yo I think you better run
Better run more, and move a little faster
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my

Chorus

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]
Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump]
Lala la la lala la laaaaa...

Verse Two

Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
Ain't takin shit from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
How they want to pass sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the nigga's pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your fuckin car to get pulled, now
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin out beatdowns
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin out beatdowns [get your face down!]
Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
I can get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha
Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

Chorus


Verse Three

Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind
Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
Lala la la lala la laaa
Look at all of those funeral cars
Cause I'ma

[B-Real]
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
some go nut, the power of the last one
slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!

[B-Real]
This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
of a minor ?
All for 47, swung ? eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven
Weak ducks, duckin and buckin
Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit
Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ?
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse
Straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real
Yeah.. get funky, Real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
everything you know, still you can't do no
damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now
the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers
I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
and choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Yo I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin back to the old school
So they keep goin out
Cause they're just not Real
Ha yeah that's right fool

[B-Real]
Yes the master pass, kick your ass
and feel combustion, for the dope blast
Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate

Intro:

It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things
YouknowhatI'msayin?
And it goes like thisss...

Verse One: Be Real

Hey don't miss out on what your passin
You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha
Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked
So come on as cypress starts to kick it
Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin
Suckers are hidein
Jump behind the bush when they see me driving
by
Hangin out my window
And my magnum takin out some puto's
Acting kinda loco
I'm just another local
Kid from from the street getting paid for my
vocals
(Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand
(Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man

Chorus: repeat 4X

(Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand [what does it all mean]
(Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man

Verse Two: Sen Dog, Be-Real

(Sen Dog)

I been doin' all the dumb shit,
yo, because I bet it's comin' from it
I'm not gonna waste no time,
fuckin' around like I got ya hummin
Hummin'... comin' at cha...
And you know I had to gat ya.

(Be-Real)

Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
into your sattelite, shinin a battle light,
swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right.
Here's an example, just a little sample.
How I could just kill a man!
One-time tried to come in my home,
take my chrome, I said "Yo, it's on.
Take cover son, or you're ass-out.
How you like my chrome?", then I watched the rookie pass out.
Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway...
Hahaha... that young punk had to pay.
So I just killed a man!

Chorus

Verse Three: Be Real

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
one of the many missions that I have to establish
To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights
and if you ain't down: bullshit!
Say some punk try to get you for your auto,
Would you call the one-time, play the role model?
No, I think you play like a thug
Next hear the shot of a magnum slug
Hummin', comin' at cha
yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been,
understand where I'm coming from.
When you're up on the hill, in your big home
I'm out here, risking my dome.
Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat
just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say "fuck it".
(Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand
(Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man

Chorus:

Outro:

Who you tryin to get crazy with ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?

[B-Real]
To da one on da flamboyant tip
I'll just toss that ham in the fryin pan
like spam, get done when I come and slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Don't make me wreck shit, hectic
Next get the chair got me goin like General Electric
Annnd, the lights are blinkin I'm thinkin
It's all over when I go out drinkin
Ohh, makin my mind slow
That's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh
Bro, I got ta' maintain
Cause a nigga like me is goin insane

[Chorus]
Insane in da membrane.. insane in da brain!
Insane in da membrane.. insane in da brain!
Insane in da membrane.. crazy insane, got no brain!
Insane in da membrane.. insane in da brain!

[Sen Dog]
Do my shit undercover now it's time for the blubba
blabber, to watch that belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet, don't try it
I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot
My shit's fat, like a sumo, slammin dat ass
Leavin yo' face in the grass
Cause you know, I don't take a duro, lightly
Punks just jealous cause they can't outwrite me
or kick that style, wicked, wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip dat main=frame, I'll explain
A nigga like me is goin insane

[Chorus]

{*DJ Muggs cuts and scratches*}

[B-Real]
Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
I'll hit that bong and break ya off somethin soon
I got ta get my props
Cops, come and try to snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
Head underground, to the next town
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
and I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad
Yes I'm the pirate, pilot
of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen?
Look, but don't make you eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin insane

[Chorus]

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood,
Well this pig worked at the station.
This pig he killed my Homeboy,
So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation.

This pig he is the chief,
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley.
He's got a son that'a a pig too,
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley.

This pig is known as a Narco,
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be.
This pig he's a fuckin' fag,
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy.

Well this pig he's really cool,
So in this class we know he rides all alone.
Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts,
While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home.

This pig he's a big punk,
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me.
'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart,
And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society.

This pig works for the mafia,
Makin' some money off crack.
But this little pig got caught,
So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back.

'Cos once he gets to the Pen,
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest.
To protect him from some mad nigga,
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest.

An' it's all about breakin' off sausage,
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine ?
Niggas wanna do him in the ass,
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line.

That fuckin' pig.

Look what he got himself into.

Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk.

Anybody like pork-chops ?

How 'bout a ham sandwich ?

[B-Real]
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay
Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
So many different attitudes, that I come across
I'm hardened and scarred tonight, feeling nobody's loss
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why
don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge
to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, or paint the wall
with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all

The eye of the pig

* DJ Muggs cuts and scratches 'This pig' from _Pigs_ *

I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say
that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hangin
These days you can't tell who's-who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy
for takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift
Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch
My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all

{... long interlude ...}

Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
Lookin through the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked
No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
from the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin
into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out of the ignition..."
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position
Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps
All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause
You find it funny? Get that smile off your face
Motherfucker take this

On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again

I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus
Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl

I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah home direct ya
Bury them bones
Under my home and

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Droppin' the geran
Just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon sounded
That's my companion: surrounded
As my crew comes bounding
As the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin

Busted!
You're a red beard with a musket
Better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it

With a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a Glock go `click' like a camera?

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!

[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha! Yeah

Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall

* repeat 2X *

[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell

Chorus

(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)

[Sen Dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor

[B-Real]
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks

Chorus

[Sen Dog]

(Sen Dog)
Hell nah, you can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em
My rhyme style make em turn dropper
My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like I said before I'm takin you lane of whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin
And when you test me you better bring styles
Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles

(Chorus)
(B-Real & Sen Dog)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)

(B-Real)
Five roll with the weakest
What you need is, the chrome plated heater
So you can peep this, tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in
Sad to see you broken down, not at least broken in
Can't stop some Hill shit from comin through
The reality is out with the old, and with the new
Ways and things change, with strange haids of braids shade
Switch place life and life plays with thumb pay
Does and un-trues, the mule leaves no clues
In the dark confused, we choose to eat you
Out the whole stroke away so I can listener
We don't stop if you can, fuck commissioner

(Chorus)
(B-Real & Sen Dog)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't, you can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can't hold me down)

(Sen Dog)
Nigga get up on a rhymin apparatus
Takin out crews who think they are baddest
Mad dog Sen for real is the maddest
Fuck you punk and your A&R status
I stay in a zone though I'm never alone
B-Real got my back checkin at your dome
So when it comes down to who's (Spanish)
I'm down for the pound and slangin the (Spanish)
(Spanish) I break (Spanish)
Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show
Remove that sucker and that wack-ass shit
Cause every time I see he's actin like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin down fools in my motherfuckin mission
One by one they'll all come out missin
You can't fuck with this here kid I AIN'T BITCHIN

(Chorus)
(B-Real & Sen Dog)
(You can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't, hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME

"Oh yeah it is!"
"Colour is not important."
Lick a shot!
"Oh!"
Comin' at ya
"Fire!"

Zippedy do da, zippedy hey
Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay
Prude! You can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner
I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Fool
Hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Sunday morning
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo
An' fucked down too
Ploy me
Don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more
Then you better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip
On my hip an'
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Oooo
Where did that .22
Come from
When the bullet past through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder
I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number!

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bull-shit!
This pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings
Snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me
I got no strap G
What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!

from "White Men Can't Rap" soundtrack

[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K

One, life had begun for the ruffneck
kid who was gonna put niggaz in check
EIGHTEEN, G, for the green
OBSCENE, and it's for the time being
I'm pickin nine, hell I'm out to get mine
and pick two homies, three com-bine
Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'
Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do'

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

[Sen Dog]
Couple niggaz from the Eastside, headed EastBOUND
Lookin for a pound, to haul around town
Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground
Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down
BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that's what you found
That's what you get when you fuck the BROWN
DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound
La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound
Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground
What do you know? What - go ah-round come around!
Six for the pig, and his punk hound
Hail to the king pig, or you get CROWNED
Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J

[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)

[B-Real]
Gimme that WEED fool and all your loot too
I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
Loaded and cocked for any hardrock
If you're takin my weed, I'm takin over your spot
Keep your face down as I take your pound
Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground
(STAY STILL) And don't make a sound
as I get out the door, headed Eastbound
But, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave)
Clip from the nine equals six to the grave

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

Let's kick it ese

COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!!
It's da hoodlums
I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
Kill, I'll bust that grill
Grab my gat, and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic,
Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar
Headed down to da Mexican border
Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali,
Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum-Hear the gat come
Boooooommmmmm!
Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man
But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out like that!"

I'm high strung
Click I'm sprung
'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin'
I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'
Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic
Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya
No need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he's under
Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify
We ain't goin' out like that

I got to thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
Lettin' you know I take care of business
Can I get a witness?
To verify when I'm to bring this style
That makes you ecstatic
Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha
When I roll with my crew
I betcha one time can't find my hooda!
Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don't know this line)
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to da curb
So we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up
"Ought not to grab the handcuffs.
I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!"
We ain't goin' out like that

EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!


(Final Speech)
Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back
This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit
Yo and I'm talk this damn rappa
Eat a bowl a dick up, there ya go my man over here
You can eat a bowl o' dick up too
Anybody else need from runnin' away

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, bonafied funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bear witness
Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
Forward motion make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around
People learning about, what they're smoking
My oven is on high, when I roast the quail
Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power
now feel the effects...

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the from the bong from the bong

(Chorus)
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Stoned is the way of the Walk,

Verse 1 ( B-real)
Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
Some think I'm a criminal,
But, yo I ain't all of that,
Hit'cha with the baseball bat,
An' ya wanna ill though,
Wanna mess around ,
You get fucked on the hill bro,
Kick it like a steel toe, real slow,
Hits from the bong ,
Make me feel like Cheech,
And I'm kickin' it wit' Chong,
Just like Cheech & Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream",
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They wanna Rodney King me,
Always tryin'a crown my ass,
Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class)
I hit they' ass like the buddah thats stinkey,
They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky,
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk,
Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt,
Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo,
somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
Binggin the beta,yea, now the funk is risen,
Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen,
As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness,
Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco,
I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy,
Used to sell me buddah outta fucked up little,
Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money,
She said "Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie"
Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna,
Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her,
Deminin', Ya think ya meanin',
I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on,
I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville,
Then light another joint,
This ain't no exploition (poin't),
Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
(Sen- Dog)
Hit they, hit they ass,
(B-Real)
make the buddah get stinkey
Wooooo, Woooo
(Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight,
Huhu, Blast 'em!)

Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong

Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat coal
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong...

Hits From The Bong y'all
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong

Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don't straaaain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains, when I hit Mary
With that flame, I light up the cherry
She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water
Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As I take Hits from the bong

Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?

Straighten your dick out...

[TV Reporter 1]
"We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear"

[TV Reporter 2]
"OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...Police in riot gear...")
"The police are, uh, forming a long line now..."

[B-Real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the fuck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like Carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up

Riot....Starter
Riot....Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
"Yeah...move it to the side
Cypress Hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!"

[B-Real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll

Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the fuck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker
Yo, move the fuck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!"

[B-Real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate
while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, I breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone
Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of Soul comin to return

Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherfucker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog
All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory
Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it
As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit

[B-Real talking]
Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin'
What's hot
Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up
Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight

[Chorus: B-Real]
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[B-Real]
I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Looking in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honey's
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it, nevertheless
You got to go for the gusto but you don't know
About the blood, sweat and tears and losing some of your peers
And losing some of yourself to the years past gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
Shit's deep, 48 tracks
Studio gangster mack signed the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil'
But never will 'til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz?
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way
Still trapped in what you rappin' about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The route you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no women
And everybody shits on your name

[Chorus 2x]

[Sen Dog talking]
People see rockstars, younawhaI'msayin?
But you still...try'na...get out more like, like everybody else
It's a fun job, but it's still a job
Save your money man, save your money too
It's single don't last very long, younawhaI'msayin?
I mean...you're lucky in this game too
There's gon' be another cat comin' out
Lookin' like me, soundin' like me, next year I know this
They'll be a flipside, do whatchu you do
Somebody'll try to spin off like some series

[Sen Dog]
You ever have big dreams of makin' real cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look shanty in the Bentley
Be a snob and never act friendly
You wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happends to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be O.K.
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never give full to the fullest
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex' with the chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far and live large?
It ain't all that goes with bein' a rockstar

[Chorus 2x]

[B-Real]
My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video didn't show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like mony
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honies at the Paladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on, fall off, the hoes roll on
'Til the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year, he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin' ignored, I warned him
Assured him, this ain't easy take it from Weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin' lethal
"Assassins, assassins"

Bout to mash these ______, man
Don't come in my backyard m_____ ______
Stay the fuck out, holmes
Beware of the dog ______ ______

Hear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog
Lunatic smoke a loop loose in your center

Got my eye on a money apparatus
Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it

Anyway you get ____, and I'm a grab it
Turn around stares to your face then I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin' a rabbit

Cuttin' _____z up like Muggs on the wheel
For reals, penitentiary steel

Put heads the best I'm a choke of a headlock
Faded baldheads the perms even dreadlocks

Why, grouse boy with the style
I could get file or wild or break full for awhile

Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, B of the Hill I take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall

Look look look everywhere you're gettin' shook
To the pawn takin' out the rook gone by the book

Lives get took and takin' you're pulsatin', you can't breathe
No need to look up and see me

The last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever
For the hype s___ you call the Hill put it together

Runnin' this game, bringin' the same raw ____
Over the hi___, through the city we come equipped

To the lead out, keepin' your temperature down low
What I reveal the good ____ to heal all souls

Makin' you roll late night, you trippin' my game's tight
To the new s___ I bring, never the same hype

So push that s___ up, get up, don't let up
No matter how much blood you spit up

You can never be ______ with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung

We hit hard, breakin' your guard you can't tell
When the bells ring bustin' your shell the pawns fell

Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall

Peek-a-boo you f___ you

I'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk
I'm a kill all chumps with the suicide dump

Ain't nobody came my way
Talk about the Westside of L.A.
So whatever, punk ass clique you claim
You keep pumpin' that ____ and I'm a bent your frame

'Cause I want that big time _______ studio gangsta
Poof a lot shit buildin' up the main factor

__ _____ Sen's rollin' again, remember when
We rocked shows battlin' foes the time been

Long, strong with the styles you in here to win
Like blood pourin' outta the pen

The ink stains, slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash
Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks

Smack _____z up, back _____z up, hack _____z up
Jack ______ __, hangin' the whack ______ __

Snowball effect we rollin' the city limits
Crushin' the b____ ___ ______ with all the gimmicks

Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall

Checkmate fool

Checkmate fool

[B-Real]
Watch me attack the brain with dope lyrics
The broadcast worldwide don't can't you hear it
Everywhere you look around nothin' but soldiers
Sickside do or die big money holders
I know you, you got a chip on your shoulder
Walk around talkin' like your runnin' shit's over
Never hesitated to the fray take suckers out
Roll 'em up smoke 'em and take those fuckers out
I don't follow I got the hollow point shell
With these swell headed busters yo I ring bells
You don't know me I bring the streets where you livin' at
Killers hustlers and thieves remember that
Makes no difference to me my strategy
Seek the enemy crush 'em into a memory
Say a prayer
Then spit on his grave, crack slayer
Layer the flows the players and hoes
Awaken the pros forsakin' the foes
Rakin' the dough breakin' the shows
For stickin' my nose tu te onas
Don't wanna follow but you wait on us
Break a leg for my weight when you fake on us
'Cause the two faced bitches can't gain my trust

[Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
And you can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop

[Sen Dog]
Nothin' you can do when a crew cut you open
Go and take a hit third eye but I be scopin'
I fuck around and say some shit leave ya frozen
Niggaz are scared of shit like they broken
See I go buck wild when I bust a style
You can't fade this man from the tropical isle
So damn versatile I'm mad I never smile
So take this here and stick it in your file
Never been a man or woman to get over
Her she'll be catchin' a bus with that stroller
Him he'll be tastin' my fist when I roll the
Two face sucker down the roll I'm supposed to
Soak what they say that's the wrong way to play
But intallas goin' down know what I sayin'

[Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
Huh!

[DJ Muggs scratchin']

[B-Real]
You can't stop the bum rush crushin' those bitches
I've dropped the death touch put you outta business
Everybody wanna do the shit that we do
We're the live feature you're the preview
See you on the battle ground better bring two
Time for subtraction punk this means you
Give me your bag of weed so I can chill out
If you're blind then you gotta feel what Real's about
Explore whither in to the unknown
Roll deeper in the battle zone find your way home
We hold heat high streets play the monopoly
Watch these soldiers here break you off properly
Heave it your ass off the mic my property
Watch these soldiers here break you off properly

[Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
Huh!