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f/ Krazy D, Chief T, Sen Dog



Ah yeah

(Down with the crew from up the hill)

I like the way this is turnin out

(Down with the crew from up the hill)



(Krazy D)

(Go off, go off)

(Krazy D)

(Go off, go off)

(Krazy D)

(Go off, go off)



[ Krazy D ]

Hm-hm, pardon me, but like 1-2

You slept, but take a peep

Yes, the maddog's creepin

Workin muthafuckas that's sleepin

Suckers only know I bust jaws or come out to brawl

To drop them niggas like freefall

I go nuts, so if a duck's to shoot

I pack a .380 tucked as I strut in my zoot suit

You stated bein down with a click

But when I step to hit you up you act wack and don't claim shit

So get the fuck on as I drop bombs of warfare

Fuckin your girlie cause I don't care

Much for that ass as I pass them

I collect and wreck niggas and like a pimp I keep slappin

On and on and on till dawn

I rock on, makin 'hoods lookin like Lebanon

Clockin my grip as I rip to get righteous

To be the hypest from Cypress



(T is the Chief)

(Go off, go off)

(T is the Chief)

(Go off, go off)

(T is the Chief)

(Go off, go off)

(Leader of the pow wow)



[ Chief T / Tomahawk Funk ]

Well, I'm here to recite, unload

Some lyrical ammo

Rock on, break it up with the steady flow

The brave brother runnin wild swingin my tomahawk

Don't play around or you might get scalped

Shout for help, but it's not gonna matter

The Funkdoobie shit

This chumpie's on hit

I'ma flow on, my brother

So sucker, run for cover

Hip-hoppin lyrical rhymes droppin

Like Crazy Horse, of course

I'm ready on the warpath

For me to scalp a sucker you don't even have to ask

I get hype at night, track ya, stalk ya

I'm on the hunt till it's time to spliff a blunt

The redman ready to run ya

The hip-hop funkster, warpath's attackin

No time for slackin, my brother, I'm aimin

Claimin my Tribe, why?

Cause I'm the hypest from Cypress



(Cypress Hill)

(Go off, go off)

(Cypress Hill)

(Cypress Hill)

(So come on, the Cypress starts to kick it)



[ Sen Dog ]

Now don't tease me or tempt, I have a hot Cuban temp'

I take it light, but I start fight if you try to offend

See, I don't sniff blow for, that's because I don't crawl

On the ground, lookin up at all y'all

(Sen) Dog, never again will I bend

No letters of death or threats will I send

So I'm puttin an end to all the dumb shit (dumb shit)

Dumb shit, that 'homes, where you from'-shit

Cause I run shit my way all day

Don't play, cause it won't pay

Niggas wanna play with the pistol

Make me get pissed, though

You get a fistful

Make you eat knuckles

Feel your knees buckle

Still feeling brave when

You're sleeping on the pavement

Save it, the beatdown, who gave it?

Senen, no more explaining



(This is the mellow, the mellow)

(Go off, go off)

(The mellow)

(Go off, go off)

(The mellow)

(My man) (my man)

(1, 2, 3, 4)

(Get on the mic)



[ Mellow Man Ace ]

Oh, I'm a sell-out? Ha-ha, cause all my records sell?

I got me paid and laid, out here sippin lemonade

You come to see me, right? You even bring your hoe

And when I'm finished rippin shit, you're still like 'I don't know...'

Is he really hype?' 'Is he my girlie's type?'

'Is he the kinda muthafucka that can really write?'

'Am I on his tip?' 'Damn, I musta slipped'

'Cause I even brought my girl, I must be on his dick'

You're damn right, gee, you got a double ticket

She copped one of my shirts and now she wants to kick it

What up with that, bee? Have you lost it, bro?

She's got my posters in her room, calls me her niggaroe

She just be juicin you, straight up be usin you

And when I come to town, she's like 'I'm losin you' (see ya)

So you get jealous, right? And tell your fellas, right?

And then you all come to my show, all over jealous, right?

Now I could call ya out, but I'ma stall ya out

Cause I'm promotin peace, and like a soldier, yo, I'm ballin out

Now I'm the Spanish Fly, and I might just

Come off so nice that I'm the hypest - from Cypress



Aiyo yo yo yo

Yo yo, man

Yo, let me take..

Check this out

I got the Hillsters

(Hill Squad)

I got the Hillsters

Funky Cypress Hillsters, out here gettin ill, so

I got my man D

And my man T

My mellow Sen Dog and I'm the A-c-e



But yo yo

You know how..

You know how..

You know, people used to ask me:

"Yo, how did you get started, man?"

Well, D..

Wa - wait a minute

G, won't you bring the track down, you know

And D, won't you come up on the mic

And show em how we used to do..



[ freestyle Krazy D ]

Not just a punk from the streeet

Can get deep to a flow

And go for broke

Cause I break niggas in half and laugh

In their fuckin face

Not knowin how hard the Latin Lord can get

I pack a cuente just in case niggas wanna strip



[ freestyle Chief T ]

Check the funky styles of music, choose it

The piecemaker givin you a hit of the good joint

Inhale the smoke and let the peace pipe burn

Check the beat, check the groove, yeah, you need it

In your fort you come up short

You send for more troops, I got with the Hill Tribe



[ freestyle Sen Dog ]

I say Cypress Hill after you, bro

And cuts a afro down to a cameo

I got my back covered even when I'm solo

My Tribe's meaner than shit, so fuck the ammo

So it's Cypress Hill to all the bimbos

And you can dance to the funky lingo

But at this time I rhyme for my amigos



Get out the way, man

Try to take over my jam, right?

But check it out

I would -

I used to say some shit like

You know, I would go like, well - ahm

[ freestyle Mellow Man Ace ]

Well, here's my step to ya, my gettin-next-to-ya

Cocky son of a bitch, you don't think that I can wreck, do ya?

Well, I be flexin, cold slappin necks, and

Please feel free to jump in line and be the next man

To get that head flown like a k-k-k-kite

I can stutter-step and stumble and still come off hype

Cause one thing's for sho', and that's I flow from the start

You love all my homies, but you forward to my part

You say: I like the way that he be swingin, bringin

Funky little styles with the crazy fly singin

That's what I do the best, don't need the buddah bless

To get you all hype and jazz'der than the rest

I could get smoked out, and then get loc'ed out

But see, the album's comin flyer than the most out

Cause I'm Mellow, and I'm in the house

Came here tonight to turn it out

And I'm outta here

And I'm outta here

And I'm outta here



[ all ]

We're the hypest from Cypress

We're the hypest from Cypress

We're the hypest from Cypress

We're the hypest from Cypress



Let's get the fuck out



Mellow Man Ace

Cypress Hill



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