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1. _ Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
Intro:
(*guy toking up*)
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
Verse 1: b-real
It's friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos 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 lighters?
So i can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, i wish i had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
That it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and i still get faded
Chorus:
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*
(i'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
*repeat*
Verse 2: (sen dogg), b-real
(east coast hittin that blunt), west coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a joint then 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 hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So i can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then i ate it
I stand true to the guess guy ????
(as i keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(puto won't be holdin out on the big bag)
Chorus
(i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*
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2. _ Tequila Sunrise (radio Edit)
Sen dog: pa la salud!
B-real: pa la salud!... primero yo
Sen dog: primero usted...
B-real: *grrrrrah!*
B-real and sen dog: *mexican yells*
B-real: hora hora, quien est
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3. _ I'm Still #1
[b-real]
Funkmaster flex, is down with us
Krs-one, he's down with us
The wu-tang clan is down with us
Busta rhymes you know he's down with us
Naughty and fat joe are down with us
The maad circle are down with us
Def squad, is down with us
?dn's and mike m? are down with us
Dr. dre you know he's down with us
Julio g he's down with us
Sway and king tech, are down with us
Makin funky music is a must... i'm #1! *one echoes*
People still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime i choke and try to believe
When i get challenged by a million mc's
I try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like i think, or do what i do
I stole the show, then i leave without a clue
Whattayou think makes up cypress hill?
Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type of style
Rockin off beat with a smile or smirk
Or chuckle, yet some are not up to
Cypress hill posse, so i love to
Step in the jam and slam, i'm not superman
Cause anybody can
Or should be able, to rock a turntable
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school
Cause rap is still a brand new cool
I say no one from the old school cause rap on the whole
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cause we'll be the old school artists
And even in that time i'll say a rhyme
A brand new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin around, spendin money havin fun
Cause even then, i'm still #1! *one echoes*
Soul assassin crew of course
Comes to express with styles galore
Ways of rhyming, old and new
Past and present, knock knock who is it?
A brand new style, rrrah time to change
People talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and i work for the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, i love to steer
The fifty-seven bel air from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cause i'm not stupid i don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin, because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper whose had his turn
Now it's my turn, and i am concerned
About idiots, posing as kings
What are we here to rule, i thought we're 'sposed to sing
And if we are to sing, then let us begin to teach
Many of you are educated open your mouth and speak
A cypress hill soldier, is something like a total renegade
Except i don't steal i rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin, overseas people dyin
Politicians lyin i'm tryin
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
From bringin out the truth in the song
So c-h-p short for cypress hill production
Made a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethin
People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta
An ignorant one, somethin closer to a prankster
Doin petty crimes goin straight to penetentiary
But in the scale of crime that's really elementary
This beat is now compellin me, to explain the silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It's simple, cypress hill will teach reality
No beatin around the bush, straight up, just like 'my weed is free'
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
But i'm never overworked, cause i'm still #1! *one echoes*
Mc eiht, he's down with us
Big boy and ralph m are down with us
Refugee camp, is down with us
Khartoum and vigga v are down with us
Call o' da wild is down with us
Psycho realm, is down with us
Lifestyle car club is down with us
Makin funky music is a must, i'm #1! *one echoes*
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4. _ Shoot 'em Up
[b-real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
Who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
Come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (hey!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo i run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
For your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause i'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!
Chorus: b-real, sen dog (repeat 2x)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!)
[sen dog]
Sen dog, never again will i bend
No letters of death, no threats, will i send
So i'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "homes where you from?" shit
Cause i run shit, my way, all day, i don't play
Cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(you get a fistful!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! the beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it
Chorus
[b-real]
I've had it up to here, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and i'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know i rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
In the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what i'm thinkin
And i'm smokin any punk who even thinks of finkin
Chorus
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5. _ Legalize It
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6. _ Lock Down
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7. _ Scooby Doo
Chorus (repeated several times):
Scooby-doo, y'alllllll....
Scooby-dooby-doo, y'alllllll....
Verse 1: b-real
I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (i ain't havin' it)
Throw your hands in the air, the hill's live and direct, see
So let me put my clip in, watch this nigga start flippin'
My, why must they always be trippin'?
Shut up, what up, fool tried to nut up
Dropped the gat, riccocheted, the fool got cut up
(why'd you drop the gat, g?) i got hit from behind
Now a nigga like me, i gotta go for mine
Bring it on, bing, make ya bells ring
When ya hit that pavement, what a feeling
It's on, cracked like a baseball bat
Oh shiiiiiiiit, out the boot came a gat
Pointed (aimed) the nigga said "you're through!"
[laughs] scooby doo! 'cause i had a boy too!
Chorus
Verse 2: b-real
I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (i ain't havin' it)
Throw your gats in the air if you wanna come test me
So let me just run through, as i pull out my scooby-doo
I get the chills when i see that dead man's crew
I got to get up, let's go head up, dead up
I'm loc'ed like that, punk, that's why you're gettin' wet-up
Want me to let up, but i ain't tryin' to hear that
Bullshit cryin', punk, let me just clear that
Buck a shot, lick a two shot, lick a three shot
Ran out of ammo, damn, i ain't tryin' to get got
Two niggas standin', dirty under-handed
Lighter shade of fire, check my slug expanded
Now tell me what the fuck are you gonna do
When i pull out my scooby-doo?
Chorus
Outro: b-real (mexican dialect?)
Take a good look ... 'cause this is the last time you're gonna see
Fat bell like this again, you fat piece a chit! kid muchacho,
Muchacho kid, get flabby - (oh - choot that piece a chit.) you
Fuckin' lobsta piece a chit! i'll stomp you like a duck. and you ...
You with your little happy chain of lighters ... you wanna fuck with
Me, you fuck with the best! and you ... you with the burly haircut,
The stawberry quik guy ... you around the way, main. i know where
You at.
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8. _ Mary Jane
Look who's back on the program
Hookin up another fly joint when i flow on the slow jam.
When i shift i kick to go
Like i fat drunk and i light up a fat spliff.
Take a wiff can you smell that in the air
When the smoke come out the building from every where.
Shit i still get down so just sit down
When my thoughts stops crawling
Time to sit down with
Yet i go wrong you got to hit my bong
Later on then i4ll be getting high all alone
You got a friend named mary jane
And she make me feel stange,
Now i've got to call out her name.
Can i call mari juanna
If you wanna party
Wiile shit i'm gonna as soon as she comes out
Round to my neighberhood
Damm and she alwyas smells good
Let me make this understood
Are you expirienced
Have you ever been experienced
Not for the life..... make you delerious
Why is the room spinnin
I can't stop now
I've must have been drinking
Cause this ain't pot
That's doing me like this
I feel ill now i'm calling out to mary
Cause i just can't deal .
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9. _ Low Rider
[mellow man ace: repeat 2x]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
[intro: b-real] + (mellow man ace)
Aww, comin through fo' real we cypress hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight
[b-real]
Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this
You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin you bounce, for many years already
Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti
But i just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought i couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)
But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some flowin
I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in
I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)
You wanna trip? then i got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged
[chorus] + (mellow man ace)
Aww, comin through fo' real we cypress hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight
[b-real & sen dog]
Cause, we're cypress hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back
Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)
[sen dog]
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the rafla(?)
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Jueto(?), just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of that
Makin that feria, spittin that raps
Yame(?) conoces, i'm down for my calle
Cypress ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit
Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese? what hood you claim?
Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul assassins, runnin everything
To all you vatos, make sure you check this
In every barrio, i'm well respected (low-ri-der)
[chorus]
[mellow man ace: repeat 4x to fade]
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..
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10. _ Real Thing
Verse one:
It's time i came to get mine
Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine
Why do the pigs come
Bring your ass on
Cross the line so i can get the blast on
Oh shit i'm empty but i've got a shake to the side
So don't even tempt me
Runnin the program cypress hill on the real with
The pearl jam and i'm packing the steel
Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute
To reach for the ak then why what you gonna do now
Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl
Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw
The towel in
I'm not doing the ill thing
Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
Verse two:
Give me a taste off open a place and a black nine
By the wate line
Never know when someone will test ya
Let you know i got mine by my body chest ya
I'm the big hum that became the attack
Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker
That i won't do anything for the looper
When i've reached the hill i strap when i swoop
Click click bang bang
Cuz it ain't no thang when i hang with stone
And i kick that funky slang
You've got to do the funk when i've got to do the ill thing
Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
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11. _ A To The K
[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
A to the motherfuckin k
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12. _ Throw Your Set In The Air
Every nigga out there wanna be down with the crew
Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you-this
Would ya be down like a soldier
Loyal, and do everything i told ya
I can mold ya into a warrior
Down for ya neighborhood
Workin up to a g with the flava
Criminal behavior, on ya mind
When i got ya back ya know i got ya back each and every time
Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care
Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care
It's time to exit that busta nigga
Get ya hands out ya pockets and your finga on the trigga
Let one fly, we don't die, we multiply
Throw yo set up in the sky
I ????????? cause you can't fuck wit this
Nigga when i got the glock ya betta duck quick
Cause i ain't havin it
If ya got ya gat ya betta start grabbin it
I can handle it
Soy numero, uno, mero mero
You know i run wit muggs and the perro
Firin up that heater
When i'm throwin up a set i got my nina millemeter
La scandalous, killafornia, where i'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
I'm buckin on ya ass now ya know where i'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care
Throw...
Throw...
Throw...
Let me take ya to the dark side of the moon
Tell mama that ya won't be comin home anytime soon
Cause i got ya under my thumb
Nigga what set ya claimin
Betta be the same set i'm claimin
Take a look around count this amount of soldiers
When i'm chillin on the east side of town
And it won't stop till i'm done
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Throw...
Throw...
Throw...
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13. _ Kronologik
chorus: kurupt and b-real (repeat 2x)
You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)
This the original cypress hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga
[b-real]
'91 (*echoes*) cypress hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you up'd on kill a man (kill a man! *echoes*)
That was about the time we was openin' up for Noriety
Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party
'92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for high times, me muggs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed
But it was time to hit the studio for another lp
'93 (*echoes*) black sunday hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from insane in the brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat none the less
So we started gettin paid and i stopped smokin' stress!
Chorus
[b-real]
'94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours
With rage against the machine, house of pain and many more
Was even invited to woodstock, some niggas from the block
Called up eric bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage
'95 (*echoes*) i was alive and survived so far (*"(rap) superstar"
Xylophone*)
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star
'cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way i broke the tempo
With confusin,("i'm havin' illusions") pain, and (?) illusions
But i still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah)
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the cypress institution
'96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' moves
Cypress hill, in the summer, we were on the smokin' grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies
But the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'
Chorus (just 1 repeat)
[b-real]
'97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and cube, over shit nobody knew
The dog came back home (*barking*) but after smokin' grooves 2
Chillin' with george clinton and erykah badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms
'98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded cypress hill iv
But someone dropped the ball, as i still recall
'cos it felt cypress hill got no support at all
We did the last smokin' grooves, but did it all with sen
And the old chemistry, just reared it's head again
'99 (*echoes*) i got to recline, because there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the smoke out
'99 was even better than the year of '98
And skull and bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate
Two-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold
They broke the mould, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from heaven to atlantis
Droppin' shit in english and makin' albums in spanish
Two-thousand and one! (*echoes*) goddamn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never ben outdated
[b-real] (sen dog)
We ain't goin out, motherfucker (that's right, fuck that!)
You don't know (?) ((?) time cypress hill)
(motherfuckin' renovaters up here)
Chorus
[outro - kurupt]
(it's the reeeeaaaal!)
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga <--(*scratched*)
This the original cypress hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
(*scratch*) nigga
Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!
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14. _ Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk (remix)
[b-real]:
Who freaks the funk when the niggas wanna hit the bulnts,
And feel the effects of the skunk,
Ain't no clue to what's in my trunk,
When ya wanna step up, and get done like the punk,
Passin' lumps with my hand on the pump for protection,
Follow my direction,
Ya caught up, in the complex, listen,
Now i roll a joint as i make the fat point,
Yo we ain't criminals, just the gangsta origanals,
But the pigs won't leave me alone,
They triyin' to snatch up the green home grown, marricon,
Can ya gettcha own rate like i'm throwin',
Fortifiy this beaka and stone,
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
[son doobie]:
Let i get a sip of the vino,
You smart, ok though,
I'll smack ya ass like my name was al pacino,
Who knows?, we know,
Like fenny babarino,
Holey toledo, run shit like the gambinos,
Cause i want the funk and you know i'm gonna get it,
Just like armaggetin', son ya gonna be sweatin',
I got'cha runnin', hidin', it's the doobie pirate,
Can ya hear the sirens, i'm gonna be arrivin',
Don't touch the dial, mr. denile,
I go the extra mile to stepp on ya like tile,
Cause we, funk the ultimate flow like coligan,
If were in the 60's we'de rock the ed sullivan,
Now on soul trian and like john cultry,
I got the doobie bass swinigin' like a gold chain,
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
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15. _ Men Of Steel
Ice cube
I'm sick wit' it but it'll still take ten of y'all
To take the emperor's temperature
Can i represent wit' ya?
Smokin' hemp wit' ya
Pass the blunt from east to west
Cube to krs (yes)
Take it from the don
Where i'm from the man of steel is made of teflon
Keep yo' vest on
Hit me with yo' best one baby
& watch me mack you
Comin' through with hard *** & shaq-fu
Never up in spago's when we knock hoes
Head her off with some reeboks and cagos
Westside rollin' even if the car's stolen
Even if my eyes shut & jaw swollen
That's how it's goin' down
You always smile when i frown
'cause you want the crown
You fuckin' clown
I keep it real no more beef with cypress hill
Now we super friends makin' super ends
Westsiide
Shaq <overlaps last line>
It's a fact many know that shaq made of mils
But did you know that shaq made of steel
Feel me!
No matter what i do the billy it's gone flourish
Big **** just like a bus full of japanese tourists
Or it's styles that flow like hudson river debris
Ship quarter keys of them shaq cd's roo roo
Next mc that claim to keep it real
Shaquille gone slap 'em with a mil
Criss cut clean numerical order bills
Ill, now put it on the wrist
The best thing since grits & fake tits
Man of steel who you with?
I'm so fly when i walk i levitate
My caliber's first rate
Exceptional above great
Diesel's large, guilty on every charge
Of bein' dope imagine superman with a dookey rope
Chorus
1 2 3 4 hit it
It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq b real krs peter gunz (ice cube)
1 2 3 4 hit it
It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq b real
B real
Hip hop has plenty of steel
With shaquille & chris & real
Nobody move stay still while the masters build the track
React the foundation hip-hop *** generation
Hear my voice playin' at the station
Immortal thought for the recorder
Consider the picture deliver the scripture still hit ya
If the shoe fits ya wear it
You'll inherit the culture
Let me break down the whole structure
East coast west coast universal flava
Pullin' together with my neighbor no playa haters
Just real no outrageous fantasies
Jump out the pages from the book of mc's
& nothin' can penetrate the steel mind state
Like shaq when he go back & dominate
Peter gunz
Aiiyo i stop many hearts
Part many wigs
*** & get it twisted &
Play me for any pig
Conceived in the bronx
Born & raised but on the real
I be made of steel like o' neal
Feel me if ya got the skill
Squeeze pale **** cause disaster
Have you makin' tracks like master
Faster ghost like casper
Man of steel hangin' & bangin' in yo' district
Never get it twisted i'm lifted, gifted
Like steel hard to penetrate
Generate dollar signs you follow mine
Come in peace money i will bless that
Bring the noise leave you on the fourth
Where i rest at for real
Chorus
1 2 3 4 hit it
It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it
4 3 2 1
Hip-hop's the same no matter where you came from
(cube) westsiide
(b real) men of steel
(cube) eastsiide
(krs) men of steel throw ya hands up
(cube) westsiide
(b real) men of steel
(cube) eastsiide
(krs) men of steel throw ya hands up
Krs-one
Whoop whoop
That's the sound of ems
After some boy try test the krs
Pick a single any single
What i bring you makes you tingle
It's the lingo from the star like ringo
& i mingle in the clubs
Dj's mc's get rug cut like shrubs
Over the dub sound buzz
No one's really knowin'
How i'm comin' & goin' showin' & flowin' cold
Throwin' these rappers chasin' the dough
& out the frame my name remains the same
I came to maintain
Hip-hop's the same no matter where you came from
It's all the same son get it correct
All that metal to pleather whatever
Give me respect!
Then i'll collect a check & you can expect
Something you'll never forget
Comin' from my intellect
Oh what the heck
Lyrical flex cash checks
I step through the brush like a tyrannosaurus rex
Krs-one is the nicest
Shaquille o'neal definitely from men of steel
You know how we feel
Comin' through like that on the track
Krs-one & we back (oooh oooooh)
Chorus
1 2 3 4 hit it
It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it
4 3 2 1
Shaq b real krs peter gunz (ice cube)
Gunz (cube)
Throw ya hands up what up now (it don't stop)
South bronx represent that, brooklyn represent that
(it don''t stop)<---overlaps last line--->(it don't stop)
(huh, what about south central? ha ha haa )
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16. _ Tequila Sunrise (uncensored Remix)
Verse one: b-real
Sipping on tequila, with sheila, no doubt i'm bringing her on
Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like tiger balm
In the hot sun city of mexico, it's a pity
My committee of witty niggas ain't with me to get gritty
Rhymey as fuck on the track, snappin your head back
Get the medic, cause a victim from my nigga joey crack
Stomping the wax, niggas spittin on wax
Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records
A second of time switch, as styles piles up
Mountains of various flows to rile up
Now what you wanna do, nigga? tequila sunrise, nigga!
I'm coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga
It's the live shit, do you think you can survive it?
When you decide it, leave it to me and joe can provide it
Cracking open the golden, holdin the bomb load
While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold
Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques
Bang in the clubs, bang in the jeeps, bang in the streets
Chorus:
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money, nigga!
(repeat 4x)
Verse two: fat joe
Now i'm back for the new year, yeah, i volunteer
Sources pioneer, millionaire status here
I never had no fear sellin records
I resurrected on my third, that's my word, it's a high selection
And everybody know standing near me,
I'm dangerous like shannon greary
Making the whole planet hear me
You feel me? i'm on my road to the riches
With hoes and bitches fulfilling my goals and my wishes
My flows is vicious, but showin' niggas since the early 90's
Where onyx at? niggas rockin' both easy 'round a grammy
Don't mind me, i just call 'em how i see 'em
Most these rappers is actors living off per diem
Me? i'm on my own shit, nothing but gold hits
Claimin the throne with my thuggish ruggish bone clique
On the phone-flip, talking to b
He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!
Chorus
Outro
(each overlapping the other)
B-real:
That's right, we hitting you with the l.a./bronx connection
Soul assassins, terror squad family
All up in your dome... ha!
That's right, soul assassins style, cypress hill iv
Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight
That's right, eat the worm, motherfucker
Fat joe:
Yeah... terror squad, soul assassins
B-real, joey crack... wha-wha-wha-what!
Ugh! puttin' it down, nigga!
East coast, west coast
And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah
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17. _ Tequila Sunrise (remix Radio Edit)
Intro
(scratching samples)
Verse one: b-real
Sipping on tequila, with sheila, no doubt i'm bringing her on
Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like tiger balm
In the hot sun city of mexico, it's a pity
My committee of *edited* with me to get gritty
Rhyme *edited* on the track, snappin' your head back
Get the medic, cause a victim from *edited* joey crack
Stomping the wax *edited* spittin' on wax
Giving the facts, beginners lack the methods of kicking wicked records
A second of time switch, as styles piles up
*edited* of various flows to rile up
So what you wanna do? tequila sunrise *edited*
Coming to town with my bigger boogie down figga
It's the lies, *edited* do you think you can survive it?
When you decide it, leave it to me and joe can provide it
Cracking open the golden, holdin' the bomb load
While records are selling singles, my albums are getting sold
Kicking the universal, never commercial techniques
Banging the clubs, banging the jeeps
Banging the streets
Chorus
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money, money...
(repeat 4x)
Verse two: fat joe
Now i'm back for the new year, yeah i volunteer
Sources pioneer, millionaire status here
I never had no fear sellin' records
I resurrected on my third, that's my word, it's a high selection
And everybody know standing near me,
I'm dangerous like shannon greary
Making the whole planet hear me
You feel me? i'm on my road to the riches
Where hoes and *edited* fulfilling my goals and my wishes
My flows is vicious, but showin' *edited* since the early 90's
Where onyx at? *edited* rockin' both easy *edited* 'round a grammy
Don't mind me, i just call 'em how i see 'em
Most these rappers is actors living off per diem
Me? i'm on my own *edited*, nothing but gold hits
Claimin' the with throne with my 'thuggish, ruggish bone' click
On the phone-flip, talking to b
He scooped me up in the six, we 'bout to hit overseas, what!
Chorus
Outro
(each overlapping the other)
B-real:
That's right, we hitting you with the l.a./bronx connection
Soul assassins, terror squad family
All up in your dome... ha!
That's right, soul assassins style, cypress hill iv
Knocking on your door for the ninety-eight
That's right, eat the worm...
Fat joe:
Yeah... terror squad, soul assassins
B-real, joey crack... wha-wha-wha-what!
Ugh! puttin' it down, nigga
East coast, west coast
And it's all the same, hahahaha... yeah, yeah
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18. _ Lunatics In The Grass
Intro
Straight from the psycho ward
Once again
Verse one: b-real
Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana leaf control
A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold
You going crazy, can't understand
Why you never face me? don't foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, i'm on that mission
You wishin' to disappear? some mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the d.a., fucking d-e-a
They all wanna raid my spot and take hits
But i'm breakin' that l.a. law like jimmy sprits
Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til i'm dead, enough said!
Actions allowing the words to barrage in
From having all the way down, to the depths of hell
You hear me? lunatic in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my nigga jack frost?
Chorus
Looney, lunatic turned sick
Psycho, crazy in the head, i go
Can't keep my head straight from the laws i break
You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!
Verse two: jacken
For those who really don't understand
Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the things i see
All tread bad and i meant in 3d
We be the psycho doers, turned killers
Only to survive all these street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting
Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting
It ain't no thing but mad
You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
Game over, i'm intoxicated, never sober
When one steps up, i'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only reason why i say this
Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can only maintain, for so long
'til all the screws in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless
Only known from crazy acts, making you famous
Verse three: b-real
I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel
When i smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the criminal element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, don't get nervous! you wanna surface
Sick, insane in the brain, i'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout
Talk about, my mental state
Think i need to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait
But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on
The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins smashing your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!
Chorus x2
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19. _ Hit 'em High (the Monstar's Anthem)
(intro)
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....
(b-real)
Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, i'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then i'm comin' right through you
(coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when i bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range
Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?
Chorus:
(b-real)
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
(all)
If i hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If i hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
(method man)
Insane like a runaway train i'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when i change
And you are type strange
Make room, manaical monster in the game
And i got my eye on you
Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain
You feelin' me, i'm feelin' you
The monstar again, i'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now i'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do
My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?
You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer
Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers
With hang time like a coat hanger
Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks
What up doc? the monstar funk
(ll cool j)
Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated
Once i get to ballin', i can't be deflated
I'm rugged raw, my monstars is gettin' money
When clicks get to buggin', i'm snatchin' up their bunnies (uhh!)
Every step i take shakes the ground
I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down
This is my planet, i'm bout business
The best that ever done it, can i get a witness? (uhhh!)
Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above
You in it for the money?
Or in it for the love, m.j.?
23 ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (uhh!)
I'm 28 light years old
If the refs get political, dribble like bob dole
Am i gettin' lyrical?
Daddy, i think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow
Chorus
(busta rhymes)
Yo, god bless!!
Pick up your chest
Here's an example of how i can stress your full court press
With finesse, i bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express
I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off
Just use your head and forfeit the game
You and your team just need to back off!!
Get off my block, gimmie the ball, i said it's my rock!!
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do?
We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars
Who do they be?
They be the monstars!!!!!!
Chorus
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20. _ Tequila Sunrise - Spanish Version
<intro>
Pa'la salud
Pa'la salud
Primero yo!!
Arrgh!!!! (mexican yell)
Cometelo!!!!!!!
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Aqui estoy con mi barrio listo a hacer feria,
Cartel cypress hill esta en tu area,
Colectando queso alla en mexico,
Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio,
Tengo mis camaradas y todos tambien,
Tengo una mansion en tierra que mide cien,
Y todos se den cuenta vengo a hacer transas,
Como chalino aqui estoy pa'la raza,
Me veen en mi ranfla con todos los hierros,
Cuidando mi negocio con todo mi perro,
No trates nada tengo mis soldados,
Espiritu asesino viene preparado,
Raperos desperados es nuestro tema,
El dicho de nosotros agarra la crema.
<chorus>
Tequila sunrise
Con los ojos rojos un dia vamos a morir,
Escandalosos!!
<song>
Nunca conoci dinero asi, en mis manos,
Hasta que conoci, un camarada como hermano,
No importa donde miro, tiene a todos asustados,
Corriendo por cubres, por mas que vende amarrados,
Pero como guerrillero me enseno la foto grande,
Asi vendiendo drogas, jamas nunca antes,
No como rateros, que no entienden no comprenden,
No pases anos torcidos con placas en tu frente,
Entiendes??, me dio una copa y tome,
El sabor malo del gusano me jame, dandome lecciones,
Me cacheteo y dijo mira, eres mi mejor paisa,
Pero nunca me digas, lo que digo y te hago
Rico chico, que hasta duermen en hoyos,
No me cruces o te pico,
Que no se te olviden las reglas del juego,
Te van a conocer hasta que quemes en el fuego,
Mujeres falsas y dinero no va,
Como tomando manejando mi hermano te matara,
Quedate alerta a lo que esta alrededor,
Esas cosas que dije van a ser tu matador,
Tenlo todo en orden, la plata no va a parar,
Recuerdate de mi y siempre vas a ganar.
<chorus>
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Tequila sunrise, ay ay ay,
Tiempo vuela rapido y by surprise,
Mi pana se murio y a mi me dejo,
Capitan de la movida aqui, digo yo,
Tragate el gusano cabron, soy el maton,
Si no me matas te mato a ti, como un ladron,
Confia en nadie, vengo pa'atras y jamas me cruces a mi,
Porque yo, tengo mas, me recuerdo lo que digo jesus,
Si quieres el dinero, paisa, tienes que ser primero,
Que te peguen mis palabras,
Estas listo pa' morir, a todo tiempo,
Porque si no, vas a sufrir.
<chorus>
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