[Chorus: Sen Dog]

Eastside L.A.
Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah
We live this shit

We latin-thug type
Gat-blasters
Weedsmokers
Moneyholders, that’s right

[B-Real]
Well it’s the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
On my side is my ese can’t fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro
But if it ain’t in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside
It’s a suicide when you’re fucking with the Hill
Fool drop your weapon or I’m comming for the kill
Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya
Ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
Enemy’s a viewer I’m sipping on caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta
Ain’t no hood for you here it’s all about the hustlas

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
To me it’s kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a little bold ’cause their record went gold
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
Need this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
Cause I been there
Done that
Fool check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
Put it to your grill like I don’t give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program
Yeah y’all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
Cause I’m the ill one
Oh the cap-peel one
You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one
Now I’m heading to the Eastside looking for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for survival
Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo
Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
When I’m dead I’m bringing my music to play there
For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you’re on my shoulders
You can’t hold us back I’m spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know you’re wishing that I would bow to submission

[Chorus]

I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high

Well it’s the funk elastic
The blunt I twist it
The slammer five
Buddha fine
Funk on your desk, es’
Oh what you missed this
You got to bear witness
Catch a ho’, and another ho’
Merry christmas
Yes I smoke shit
Straight off the roach clip
I roll shit
Fold the blunt
At once
To approach it
Forward motion
Make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What’s the commotion
Yo I’m not joking around, people learnin’
’bout what they’re smoking
My oven’s on high when I roast the quayo
Tell bill clinton to go and inhale
Exhale
Now you the phunk of the thai’
When I feel the effects

I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high

[B-Real]
You can’t hide from the man with the master plan
Huntin for your head “How I Could Just Kill a Man”
Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn
Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan
You crossed line, time for the light to blind
You can run but I never be far behind
You never know when it’s gonna come, paranoid
Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy
Better look around before you come out your door
Cuz shit catches up but you don’t want no more
Only time will provide the right sign for real
You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel

HOOK 2X:
You better never let me catch you alone!
Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on!
You might die in the Valley of Chrome!
Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on!

[Sen-Dog]
Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind
The spotlight’s on me and it’s time to shine
I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line
I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme
I get y’all, wearin no can’t protect y’all
Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the
Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me
Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me
Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately
The size of my clan is improving greatly
No one will hold ‘em back, bringin the big heater
Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah
Speed of light, move faster than sound
But I’m still on they back and I’m gaining much ground

HOOK 2X

[B-Real]
No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green
Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme
Playa haters, imitaters wanna roll with the team
But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream
They wanna instigate ?to get a losse forget my stake?
Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes
Cuban motherfuckers who don’t know who I am
Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand
Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan
Better scram outta here before you get slammed
I stand strong, keepin on, when I’m rollin alone
But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown

HOOK 4X