Intro: Sen Dog

Yeah
Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins
Cypress Hill joint.
Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up...
...so get it on kid!

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Fresh is the wordwhen I display my rappin forte
Quicker done than O.J.hey
I freaks my shitE the lyrical master
Stress me outno doubtI might have to blast ya
Let me ask yacan I gets busy one time?
And unwind and chillwith Cypress Hill
HuhI go on with my bad self
I m the four pound toterthe Phil blunt smoker
Believe me notI m wicked like three sixes
I m doper than the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
I m hardcore to the BoneI m Thuggish Ruggish
The Green-EyedBanditI be ERRRICK SERRRMON
I gets real determined
And one for the troubleand two for the bass
I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace
And if you don t knowy all better recognize
I m coming through with speedwith pounds of weed

Verse Two: B-Real

Ahh shitanother one of those gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get realyo I m representin the Hill
With chips and clips and tons of blue steel
So who wants to be the first nigga to die?
Then try and test thisbuddha blessed Gemini
You get thrown sent home in a coffin
Punk stuff don t make it backvery often
I got Erick to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashesdustbodies burnin
Bustin open the doors to the temple
Takin you to the dark side of your mental

Chorus: B-Real

Kickin it to the brothers on the cornersin the alleys
Throw your hands in the air
Kickin it to the brothers on the cornersin the alleys
Throw your hands in the air

Chorus

Verse Three: Redman

I rhyme trickythe sticky smoka with the mind itchy
finger up on the penbe like "He the bombdicky!"
These off-keys MC s hawk methey won t get off me
So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies *bzzzzt*
Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch
Hoist this diagnosiscomatosis
is what I leave your crew withboom bip or some two and two shit
Raw silkcuz YOU DO IT TO MY MUSIC
*Funk Doctor Spock* lock the hypest
individualto put criminal in diapers
With my nigga E and Cypresswhat I write bitch
You sworeit was a nuclear warcrisis
in your back yardword to GodDef Squad!
With my nigga Keith in the place takin charge
Word up you ll get hurt up like the jury callin murder
You re deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

Chorus

Verse Four: MC Eiht

Steppin to the park in the Hill you can t hang
The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang
Don t slipthe late night hypeis when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip
Can t feel meif I was crack you d try to steal me
Heard youand your little crewwanna peel me
Keep your hands on your hoodyou get got
The Green-Eyed BanditCypress Hilland the Funk Doctor Spock
You wish you could hanglike I hang
Dwells in the C-P-Tthe hood thing
Gthe trigga fingerI ma get you
Hit youthe Tech 9I ma split you
Ain t no poppinno stoppin
Tick to the tocktick tock I hit your block
Throw your hands in the airdon t bite this
I squeezenigga pleasethe E down with Cypress

Chorus

Chorus

Outro: Sen Dog

Aightfor everybody
All our peeps out on the corners
All the alleyways
For all our decesed
Incarcerated peepsbrothers on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five
Soul Assassins in your mind

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