Cisco Kid
Cypress Hill, War, Method Man, Redman
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
Let's get high
Let's get high
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red and Meth
Rollin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
DJ D just resonate it
Over my brain 'til it's saturated
Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
You're sittin' at home, feeling isolated
Is there a doctor in the house?
We like, fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like your bitch when I dug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
Write a gem or hyping them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track again, holla
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Call Superhead nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
Yeah, Sen Dog, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Get you vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
Yo, call me that doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way, cuz, 'cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun (show over)
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand when they hurl
Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L
What you talking 'bout I ain't high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge (don't shoot nobody)
What, you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth 'til you wired up
'Til the Park Ranger call the firetruck
And said, "Hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?"
I said, You punk motherfucker, why do you want some?"
Yo, yo, yo give me that gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
Written by: Charles Miller, Harold Brown, Howard Scott, Lee Levitin, LeRoy Jordan, Morris Dickerson, Thomas AllenLyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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