red, met和 & B (explicit version)

Yall ready for this
Ha I dont 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 aint 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 2s on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole teamll 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 wont 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 dont 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 wont 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 newb**ch
Ya know if I cant eat ya cant sleep
Plus Im in denial I just cant admit defeat
My mind is my glock keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops leave a rappers nerves shocked
Now whos hot and whos not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister if crime is an art then let me paint a picture
Im gone Kodak cant even frame the riddler
Gold realin Meth doc Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they f**kin with that lets be realer
We dont 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 wont 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 wouldnt 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 couldnt hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin doc spittin shark bitten
Star stricken glock clickin stop shittin
Inhale the smoke from the masters lungs
You wanna roll up yo Im 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 dont 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 wont 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 dont 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 wont 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