B-Real [Cypresshill]

Verse1

In the city lights, the night'll give me life.
I hear the drums, Ima war chief gimme knife.
Got kush fuck the knife just give me light.
Spark it up in my grow room, pretty sight.
Got a house on the hill with the pretty type,
You ain't got a kush man, what a shitty life.
I don't wanna hit a bowl on ya mini pipe.
Tryin to hit my 8 footer, reach Diddy heights.

Now Im swinging on the drums like tarzan
Incorporate the weed to my bars man
Sixteen of em, I been needin em, on stage screamin em
Pr's Hill screamin' em
They call me the Greenthumb, the serene one
I laid back from the drum like a beach bum.
Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number.
Everybody give it up for the funky drummer.

Chorus:

And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
And the beat goes on and on and on
And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
And the beat goes on

Verse 2

Here come the west coasters, wylin out loco.
My eyeballs bleed from the weed I been smokin.
Keep walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile.
Way too deep, my block legendary.
Many MC's tried to creep and got burried.
He aint come to Cypress, back with the tightest
Man behind the king, we know you gon' like this.
Roll with the top dog, do it like a rockstar.
Stuffin em up, a double dose of hot sauce
You got your ears on, and your listenin
To bad motherfuckas in this here business.
Handle shit right, get your stack on
Anybody hating, its the fool you smash on.
Gonna say last time and Im gonna jump
Hit em like Blam ! Give the drummer some

Chorus

Shit is critical, we are the invincible.
Riot starter, start riots on principle.
At the pinnacle, the game is winnable
Put the record on the table, guaranteed spinnable.
Follow the leader, the level is going off the meter.
The funk freaker, with the big drum beater.
What you scared for, better prepare yourself.

Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci

Came out the other man
Southern land
Didn't have another hand
Never had another plan
I'm different to the mother land
Some will get a summer tan
It's hotter than a summer jam
Live for today
Cause you'll never gettin another chance
I ain't trippin off the he say and she say
Cause we say ****
And pass me a cuba libre
That's what we want
Don't front
I could see ya but
You don't want to see the cold heap up front
How we blow it up
We came to blow it up, hit the spot
So we're done
Representin' in, blowin up
That's how we show the love
That's how we pass up all this **** that
We know gon' come
It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won

[chorus]

Latino hasta la muerte
Chicos they working hard
Bout the noise,
Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God
Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke
Marinero pasero con clinicas
Santeros con muera
Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela
Ya'll like scarface,
I'm more like sosa
Cypress hill pretty flaco
It's our culture
From cali to the crib, crib
Me in miami
Thank god I'm doin music
If not I'd be tying families
I'm not a asshole(oh no)
About my cash flow
Let me take this ****
And send this letter off to Castro
Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.

[chorus]

We way to hot
Always comin up with something clever
A costa lostra
Cypress hill maca fera
Feelin fancy in the hip throne, guayabera
And we just clowning
On what we call some, money-lera
Call me sammy
Wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I'm straight cuban-ichi
I bang Pina del Rio
Lockin up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I'm gonna rap over it
Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here
Yes sir I gotta go
Get me some Chiva's Regal
And slap me some dominos

[chorus]