| Lyrics: | Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress
Hill, Cypress Hill
(B-Real)
Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side
is 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)
(B-Real)
Sawed off shotgun, hand
on the pump
Left hand on a forty, (puffin onna blunt)
Pumped my shotgun, (niggaz didn't
jump)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la laaaaa...
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress
Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill,
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress
Hill
(Sen Dog)
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 -ac |
