I flow rhymes off just like
when you smoke a cassette
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
Over my brain 'til it's saturated
Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause lungs get filled like
I don't give a fuck who sits
Chillin' at the rainbow high
Is there a doctor in the house?
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like
your bitch when I dug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, ex citing
Write a gem or hyping them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat
Cent, five cents, ten cents,
Rocwilder blend the track again, holla
Ask your boy, now pass your
Call Superhead nothing to throat,
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Get you vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
P-Funk or or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
'cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
Look out, the highest man
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand
Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L
What you talking 'bout I ain't high
enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
What, you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and
Strap a bomb to your mouth
And said, "Hey, motherfucker,
I said, You punk motherfucker,
Yo, yo, yo give me that gun,
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight