| Lyrics: | (Intro: Barron Ricks)
That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle
style motherfucker
(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a
firm matress
But limit the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll
be puffin' the don-deago
Macanoodle, out armadayo
(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to
sell and bail, we niggas afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)
I'm the hill
figure, deliver your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how
you), how you breathin'
(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and
def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated
Mossberg, hand on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum
(B-Real)
Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they
be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you
pilin' up, go make a move
(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be
sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the margin
If you
want it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of
shit
(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused
Don't light a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast
of the shot glass
full of jack and smokin' hash
(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you
handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill
shit -ac |
