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点击复制Y'all ready for this
Ha I don't think so
Yeah Oh listen to this
We gonna come at ya
Cypress Hill
All my niggas say jump up broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up It ain't no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice sh*t 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 ni**a wallet take ya RUN
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah
We don't give a f**k 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
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 b**ch
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
** 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' ** doc Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they f**kin' with that lets be realer
We don't give a f**k 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
The Take 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 sh*t you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie chances are deadlybetter but
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 test wanna with the sess well first off
That sh*t is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
We don't give a f**k 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
We don't give a f**k 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
Red ** & B - Cypress Hill
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