Verse 1: Sen-Dog
You better hope I`m chained up, shackled with a yard
I`ll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You ain`t got nothin` to say
I been backin` up east side LA, all day
Blowin` up the best techs, the best flex
Havin` the best sex, fuckin` in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
`Cause ain`t no other Dog breakin` the last straw
Chorus (2x): B-Real
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
`Cause you rollin` with the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles
Verse 2: Sen-Dog
I don`t bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin`, I give you three seconds
To break out before you resemblin` a dead man
A hole through your headband
My gat`s in my right hand, my plug`s in my left hand, punk
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
Don`t anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don`t want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
I`m buckin` at the room soon to the boom
Fuckin` with your head like the `shroom you consume
Chorus
Verse 3
(BR) Bitches, you`re all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
(SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin` up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I`ll be back to refresh your fuckin` memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin` the bones while you sleepin`
Chorus
