[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K

One, life had begun for the ruffneck
kid who was gonna put niggaz in check
EIGHTEEN, G, for the green
OBSCENE, and it’s for the time being
I’m pickin nine, hell I’m out to get mine
and pick two homies, three com-bine
Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo’
Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do’

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

[Sen Dog]
Couple niggaz from the Eastside, headed EastBOUND
Lookin for a pound, to haul around town
Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground
Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down
BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that’s what you found
That’s what you get when you fuck the BROWN
DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound
La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound
Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground
What do you know? What – go ah-round come around!
Six for the pig, and his punk hound
Hail to the king pig, or you get CROWNED
Or better yet, I’ll roll you up like a fat J

[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

It’s gonna be on.. it’s gonna be on..
(It’s gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It’s gonna be on.. it’s gonna be on..
(It’s gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It’s gonna be on.. it’s gonna be on..
(It’s gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)

[B-Real]
Gimme that WEED fool and all your loot too
I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
Loaded and cocked for any hardrock
If you’re takin my weed, I’m takin over your spot
Keep your face down as I take your pound
Don’t let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground
(STAY STILL) And don’t make a sound
as I get out the door, headed Eastbound
But, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave)
Clip from the nine equals six to the grave

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

(Sen Dog)
Don’t let nobody treat me like crap
I’m pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs
The best in these days I smoke on these tracks
Gonna mash your plan for holdin me back
Jump up rush the office with the gat
Lettin the niggaz see where my mind is at
Hurry up to the walls see how I react
But I keep comin back and that’s for a fact
I got the beef, but no road I got dropped
And take each day the bullshit don’t stop
Got to act with the man cause I don’t suck cock
No matter how bad I wanna get to the top
The music go out like a fuckin lot
With the key and the dat I rap and just stop
Come and see me on a Soul Assas trip
Hittin stage, generate, pumpin all that lip

(Chorus)
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

(Sen Dog)
If y’all ever need help I don’t wait
And I come from some shit that’s put away
I hit these suckers that think they so great
Still a nigga die, so they can update
No matter how you try you’ll always be fate
Breakin off chunks off of what I create
I see that liquorice all over your face
Back-stab a nigga in the mist of the chase
Fuck the bullshit let’s get to the bottom
Stompin punk styles, agein rock got em
Only thing I don’t wanna say when I drop em
Loadin my shells so don’t try to hock em
Hittin the heat with the jig-ass beats
Bite my style, is the only way to compete
Smoke anybody if I ever lop heat
And anybody else that wanna fuck with me

(Chorus)
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

(Sen Dog)
I sing funky-ass shit that I bring
Fly likes a lot when I do my thing
Check it out y’all ain’t no one nicer
Got it goin on with the mighty wanna cipher
Got a women crazy, when I beg
And hip-hop styles with the SX-10
Trust no one ain’t nobody your friend
Cause this business hear all about to end
Don’t mean comin back when they bust the raps
And all the little things of the nicer tracks
Hangin out in the uniform
Keep what I’m doin here all night long
Is to keep it goin, bring the thunder and pain
Ain’t bitches same since I went insane
Fuckin with these bitches up in this game
To the depicts, drain on my FUCKIN TRAIN

(Chorus)
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

“Live and direct”

One little two little three little putos
Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
Taking no shit when push comes to shove
‘Cause the niggas showed me no love
Step back punk ’cause I’m a Latino
What I bring you is the hardcore lingo
Funky, but ya don’t understand
Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand
No scope
And there’s no hope
‘Cause I’m dishin’
Out my .45 slug and it ain’t missin’
Here it comes hissin’
Here it comes hummin’ at ya
Now the slug is comin’ at ya

One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground ’cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click clack goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run

Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte
Speakin’ to the gente
‘Cause I’m insane in the mente
Movin’ em back, click-click goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run
It’s no fun
When I got to break you off some
Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done
Serio
Here we go
Off for the muchacho
Come if you really want some of the chingazo
Me caso you don’t hear this little lazo
Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo
Humming at ya
Don’t make me come gatt ya
Punk ’cause I still will be comin’ at ya

One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground ’cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click clack goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run

When I come in, kickin’ with a vengeance
Swift of the engines
Coming like the three little indians
Stompin’ around on the ground on the plains
‘Cause a nigga like me is goin’ insane
In the brain
So I gotta maintain
My direction
What I mighta gained
Without my protection
Not a damn thing
So when I come just bring
That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
Buckooock!!
So you can just suck my cock
Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
When I’m peepin’
Checkin’ out the punk-ass creepin’
I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick ’em
Graaah! Nigga don’t make me catch ya
Punk ’cause I still will be comin’ at ya

One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground ’cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click clack goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run

Ladies and gentlemen
We would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill

[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man’s list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse One: B-Real

So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
That’s bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I’m taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn’t deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel

[B-Real] 16 men now there’s 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now there’s 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Two: B-Real

I’m trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin
That’s like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
Ass-whoop all over the place, you can’t hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The fuckin cynical shit brains
As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow
but you’re locked out, and the bomb’s about to blow

[B-Real] 16 men let me see who’s next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Three: B-Real

Twelve punks to go, who’s next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time’s up, you’re gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you fucked over, you’re Scared Sober

[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go

Verse Four: B-Real

Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like Ass Miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer
Can’t forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here’s your fuckin eulogy-o!

[B-Real] That was 16 men now there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there’s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

Chorus: repeat 4X

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 le?o 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…

Chorus: repeat 3X

Yo quiero fumar… mota…

(*Yes y’all ? cut and scratched*)

(B-Real)
You’re a lost soul rollin down the street
Hustlin, scramblin, money you eat
You wanna jack somebody, never look at me
Cause I’m like you when I’m holdin heat
You don’t want to think about re-percussions
Cause you don’t give a fuck about who you rushin
So what you gonna do when the blood is gushin?
You’re playin Roulette without the Russian
The stakes are high; can you feel the pressure?
Lookin at the club on top of your dresser
Born for the big bank robbin your own
Thinkin your stone but your weak ass throne
Bitches like you ain’t got no heart
Paranoid, you’re settin in, fallin apart
How many times will you take to see it?
You fallin away, but you don’t believe it

(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)
Jack me and you’ll never go back
Jack me and I’ll jack you back
Where y’all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
Jack me and I’ll jump to attack
Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
Jack me and I’ll jump to attack
Jack me and I’ll jack you back
Jack me and I’ll jack you back

(Sen Dog)
Clothes are settin off from the start
I’m crazy as fuck just like 2 Pac
Mash on Cypress Hill in a Catalac truck
Steels all gone, so I gotta play it ruff
Got hate for do out there, I ain’t jokin
Can’t hold me back these days, I’m out smokin
And I still see myself as Enforcer
Knock em in their face if they dedicate closer
A Cuban massive man (Spanish)
With real attack touch straight, from the ghetto
Walk for a twenty all day like a (Spanish)
Spit ball; lick all rhymes just like (Spanish)
I run over fools like Dorsey Leathers
And murder antiques like J-Rhyme I kill peasants
Take over ships like Female Kastro
Do anything that a nigga HAS TO

(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)
Jack me and you’ll never go back
Jack me and I’ll jack you back
Where y’all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
Jack me and I’ll jump to attack
Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
Jack me and I’ll jump to attack
Jack me and I’ll jack you back
Jack me and I’ll jack you back

(Jack you back, jack you back)

(B-Real)
Lights are fucked up it’s confusin
Look at you now what road you choosin
You’ll never be a part of the revolution
You fuck with me, feel the retribution
Punk bitches can never deal with the real
Cause you weak motherfuckers can’t decide what you feel
Always poppin shit and hide from the Hill
Comin out where you reside for the kill

(Sen Dog)
Knocked out Pluto, Super Hill thriller
Verbal assault, Soul Assassin killer
Real master Mic, ca, sex come iller
Stoned is a waste over, what you feeler
Can’t make moves so you go ask Chiller
Try the Real Estate trust centipede riller
Bet your ass that I’m bangin to the fullest
And don’t get in my way punk ass, not a Buddhist

(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)
Jack me and you’ll never go back
Jack me and I’ll jack you back
Where y’all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
Jack me and I’ll jump to attack
Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
Jack me and I’ll jump to attack
Jack me and I’ll jack you back
Jack me and I’ll jack you back

Let’s kick it ese

[B-Real]
COMIN’ OUT DA SLUMS!!! It’s da hoodlums
I’m pullin’ my gat out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
Outlaw, kickin like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
Chill, I’ll bust that grill
Grab my gat, and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I’ll pull out my plastic glock, automatic
Synthetic material, burial plots in order
Headed down to the Mexican border
Smokin’ that smellie, Northern Cali
Gonna put a slug in Captain O’Malley
Ho, hum – hear the gat come, boooooommmmmm!
Let me see what you’ll do
It’s a sin to kill a man
But I’ll be damned if I don’t take a stand

[Chorus]
We ain’t goin’ out like that
We ain’t goin’ out like that
“We ain’t goin’ out!”
We ain’t goin’ out like that
We ain’t goin’ out like that
“We ain’t goin’ out!”
We ain’t goin’ out like that
We ain’t goin’ out like that
“We ain’t goin’ out!”
We ain’t goin’ out like that
“We ain’t goin’ out like that!”

[Sen Dog]
I’m high strung, click I’m sprung
Cause I don’t live on the hum-drum
Where I’m from, the gats’ll be smokin’
I’ll be damned if you think I’m jokin’
Know – that I’ll come with the static
Erratic, .45 automatic
Screamin’ at ya, the red lights beamin’ at ya
No need to run after
The punk-ass hook, in the oven I’ll cook
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he’s under, don’t make Stevie Wonder why
Cause he’ll testify

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
I got you thinkin’ “What the fuck is this?”
Lettin’ you know I take care of business
Can.. I.. get a witness?
To verify when I depict this style
That makes you ecstatic
Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha
When I roll with my crew
I betcha one time can’t find my hootah
In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled
Pig rollin’ up but he ain’t that subtle
Pulled to da curb, so we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffs
I’ll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off!

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Yeahhh! Takin your disses and dissin y’all right back
Dissin the Cypress Hill crew, like we ain’t shit
You little taco stand rapper, eat a bowl of dick up
Then you got my man (?), you can eat a bowl of dick up
Anybody got beef around the way, yo
EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!