Rise Up [Clean]

Ole Buddah, coming atcha life
Direct with the biggest fattest joint
Coming in with indo flavors
From Buddha, comin atcha like this in '95

It's Friday morning, where the weed at
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I wanna get high like a plane in the sky
With the indo cloud in my brain

Where the fuck are my Zig Zags and my lighter
so I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
that it's getting on my fuckin' fingers

But it's smokeable, double tokable,
I got the one-hitter and the Bombay shit that?s tokable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center
The impregnated-looking joint, fuck it, I can smoke it and still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)

East Coast hittin' that blunt West Coast hittin' that honey-dipped marijuana joint
And I want another hit
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, I wanna stimulate my mind so I toke it up
Can I get a hit, can I get a woooo

Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom
So I can get faded, elevated, smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it
I stand true to the yesca (mota) as I keep runnin' from the chota
Gimme that weed fool and ya Zig Zags puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale exhale
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)
(I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk)

[Chorus]
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci

Came out the gutter man
Southern land
Didn't have an upper hand
Never had another plan
I'm different to the mother land
Some will get a summer tan
It's hotter than a summer jam
Live for today
Cause you'll never gettin' another chance
I ain't trippin' off the he say and she say
Cause we say fuck
And pass me a cuba libre
That's what we want
Don't front
I could see ya but
You don't want to see the cold heap up front
How we blow it up
We came to blow it up, hit the spot
So we're done
Representin' in, blowin' up
That's how we show the love
That's how we pass up all this shit that
We know gon' come
It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won

[Chorus]

Latino hasta la muerte
Chicos they working hard
Bout the noise,
Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God
Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke
Marinero pasero con clinicas
Santeros con muera
Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela
Y'all like scarface,
I'm more like sosa
Cypress hill pretty flaco
It's our culture
From cali to the crib, crib
Me in miami
Thank god I'm doin music
If not I'd be tying families
I'm not a asshole(oh no)
About my cash flow
Let me take this shit
And send this letter off to Castro
Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.

[Chorus]

We way to hot
Always comin up with something clever
A costa lostra
Cypress hill maca fera
Feelin' fancy in the hip throne, guayabera
And we just clowning
On what we call some, money-lera
Call me Sammy
Wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I'm straight cuban-ichi
I bang Pina del Rio
Lockin' up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I'm gonna rap over it
Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here
Yes sir I gotta go
Get me some Chiva's Regal
And slap me some dominos

[Chorus]

It's been a while now, been around the block many miles
Many faces, many places, that I found friend's traces
Where I spend time, places where my mind roam
Places I can call home, places I can get stoned

I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin' in my zone
People wanna knock me down, 'cuz they never have their own
They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly
Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be

You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man
Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan
Think I've found my piece of mind, feet planted on the ground
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself

It all goes around me, and others who would down me
Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me
I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside

No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)

Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time
Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
Got suckers that hate me, but it don't really matter
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggaz run and scatter

Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned
A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn

I try to put it to you bluntly, so you bitches can learn
That nobody get tired when it's time to burn
With so many phonies out there, a lot of you have been fooled
Into actually believin', that some shit is cool

Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
Fuck hearin' about shit, from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself
Put in all on the line, make sure that I'm felt

No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble? No)

Look, the wall's closin' in, and my shoe's wearin' thin
Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
Called me, Rock Superstar, Insane In The Brain

But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side
Trouble's knockin' on the door, anxious jus' to come inside
Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin' in and I can't seem to lock it out

Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk
If you're feelin' froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump

I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognize
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare

No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)
(You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?)

No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)

No, trouble's at my door
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)
(You want trouble right now? C'mon)

You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble? C'mon, you want trouble?