Yo Quiero Fumar

Yo quiero fumar… mota

[B-Real]
Mucha gente me decia, que yo no podia
Fumar marijuana por la policia
Me vale madre el humo que hay por todo el aire
Si tu quieres que me toque pues caele
Soy el grifo mas escandaloso

De Los Angeles Cypress peligroso
Enciende el leño o la pipa
Pasalo por mi clica la que rifa
Mota rica, chipa chipa

Quemando yesca, estoy arriba
Es algo que yo hago diario
Al despertar y tambien todo el dia en mi barrio
Cuando me encuentres en cualquier lugar
Saca papeles porque quiero fumar mota…

Yo quiero fumar… mota

[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]

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin around nine deuce cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they’ll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
Thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
A hollow point shell’s hard ta swallow
Why wallow when ya come ta roll on I put tha clip an dust
Bring ya ass on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts
My grip surronded I’m about ta get rushed I brushed wit death
How many shells stuffed in my closet? ? ?

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

I told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats
As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
Boom I think I got one to tha chest
Hot damn I didn’t want to kill a man shit
I still stand tall with tha hill clan y’all better stand back
Niggaz bout ta fall I’m comin out blastin like yosemite
Sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
When tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)