Red, Meth & B (Explicit Version)

Y'all ready for this

Ha I don't think so

Yeah Oh listen to this

We gonna come at ya

Cypress Hill

Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up doc broke out the kennel

A dog on four paws spittin' out the window

Jump up It ain't 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 2's on survey

Jersey and house

Gun like an elephants snout

Pull ya ambulance out

Ya whole team'll 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 won't leave till the job is done

Till the last prick ni**a take ya wallet RUN

Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill

Yeah

We don't 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 won't 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 new b**ch

Ya know if I can't eat ya can't sleep

Plus I'm in denial I just can't admit defeat

My mind is my glock keep my third eye cocked

Bust mines off tops leave a rapper's nerves shocked

Now who's hot and who's 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

I'm gone Kodak can't even frame the riddler

Gold realin' Meth doc Cypress Hiller

Whoever think they f**kin' with that lets be realer

Take the 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 wouldn't think of

I spread it to Reggie chances are better but deadly

You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley

You twisted up burnt out within seconds

Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods

Bong hittin' doc spittin' shark bitten

Star stricken glock clickin' stop shittin'

Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs

You wanna roll up yo I'm the fastest one (ha )

You wanna test with the sess well first off

That sh*t is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

Red, Meth & B - Cypress Hill