[Sen dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker! Ha! yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and i jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels For reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: b-real, sen dog (Checkmate fool!) hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall * Repeat 2x * [B-real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped To the letter, keepin your temperature down low What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit i bring, never the same hype So push that shit off, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell When the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!) [Sen dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout The westside of l.a., so whatever Punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit And elevate your frame, cause i want that Big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-real] My nigga sen's rollin again, remember when We rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen dog] Checkmate fool!

Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes What you thinkin' homes Wait 'till he turns around homes (Echoed) watch-out All right I got your back homes, let's go Come on ese let's go Let's do it You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with the wicked method I'm creepin' on ya How you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya Just the locotes Drumin' out the potes Got a new hollay Jackin' in the noche Give me your faya In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya We got in the east side every guy Four and three and two and one Thievery don't stop 'till I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gat But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back 'Two' thievery 'one' robbery 'one' robbery 'Cause jackin' is my hobby Give out that money, jewelery and your keys To the five-o outside on wheels Later out with the '85 Mustang One-time got me on the radar Pousha And ya don't stop 'till I'm done Now the Puercos got me on the run Police Radio "LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on one eight seven, headed westbound On central and Ninety-second, armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madelin three two Armed and dangerous suspects known" You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I got your keys in my possession With my Smith and Wesson Takin' out all my aggression Check it out ese You're lookin' at the jefe Off that clicker with a big bad trese I'll teach you a lesson No question Get your ass out, now you're passin' out When ya looked at the glente Four and three and two and one The robbery don't stop 'till I get done Some niggas do this shit for fun Now the Puercos got me on the run From bodio Two bodio Lookin' for anybody-o Cessadio Hangin' out wit madio Lookin' for a place to hide On the west side Spank got my back over there it right And it don't stop 'till I'm done Now the One-time got me on the run (Police radio) "LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight, aw shit!" (Two shots ring out) How you like me now pouto? Fuck you pig Let' go homes It's the fuckin' bus eh Get on ese Right here homes One-times not down with us Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a rapper like me 'Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need Desperate What's goin' on in the mente Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping Borrocho from the cerveza he's sipping No me vale madre Gabacho prey to your padre This is one the time you wanna give me the jale Four and three and two and one This old muthafucka got him a gun Blam! I took one to the knee-cap Things happen so fast Now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker Though I had it all figured out with a paper No longer will I be running Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming

Lord knows I can't sleep, my mind racing like the Indi 500 Gotta find a way to turn the... into something Won't take a loss, gotta make it pay off Cause these haters wanna take away the play, I ain't on Too hungry to not eat, so who gonna stop me? Nigga's been dropping off when the pros get... The shots start popping off when these blocks I'm working Nightmares if a casket that's not my coffin! And it's not that often that I ever say I'm really feeling it's my brain on drugs But I'm not a dealer, always serving off murder But I'm not a killer and my mother fucker I'm saying, I ain't got no feelings! So you got the feelings and these hoes already know I ain't got no feelings hard core is the North Pole dead or winner Just know anywhere I go I was born a winner, yeah! I think I might smoke today, Smoke until I fade away Go and get a little liquor, Kick it with my niggas, Hear what they got to say! I think I might smoke today, Smoke until I fade away Go and get a little liquor, Kick it with my niggas, Hear what they got to say! This life we live is crazy, crazy, crazy Sometimes I just smoke to get away This life we live is crazy, crazy, crazy Sometimes I just smoke to fade away Fade away like MJ, drop a base line With 1.5 on a clock left! Always got it on deck, niggas going to be upset Go against, get left, always cement! Gotta holler at my homies, find out what the next move is My uncle just got locked for the next few years Momma always taught me to respect my pears If that check don't clear... your neck right here And this Cush got my head on the next frontier Out of space for the... place Ain't nobody safe when them reals ain't pay shit Real kids get killed every day So I can't let it go away, it's gotta make the shit pop Can't stop, till I get everything I want I've just seen a lot get caught up in hot ... about to cook that beef like... Got a problem? We're on 'em! I think I might smoke today, Smoke until I fade away Go and get a little liquor, Kick it with my niggas, Hear what they got to say! I think I might smoke today, Smoke until I fade away Go and get a little liquor, Kick it with my niggas, Hear what they got to say! This life we live is crazy, crazy, crazy Sometimes I just smoke to get away This life we live is crazy, crazy, crazy Sometimes I just smoke to fade away I think I need to relaps Sober up, relaps, pour a little something after we sack Go and kick with my homies My niggas that know me Bring a couple bitches and I fit the deck Cause ain't no ghetto ways where I stay Instead today they renovate case where I'm living that So I need a spot that I can go and I can kick... So I need a spot that I can go and I can kick... I need a spot that I can go and I can kick... I think I might smoke today, Smoke until I fade away Go and get a little liquor, Kick it with my niggas, Hear what they got to say! I think I might smoke today, Smoke until I fade away Go and get a little liquor, Kick it with my niggas, Hear what they got to say! This life we live is crazy, crazy, crazy Sometimes I just smoke to get away This life we live is crazy, crazy, crazy Sometimes I just smoke to fade away

You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty? Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party '92, a year later, 'bout a million records sold From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the road Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom Takin' pictures for high times, me mugs and sen Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was time to hit the studio for another LP '93, black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim Had a monster hit from insane in the brain Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '94 still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block Called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked How could all this happen at 24 years of age? Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage '95 I was alive and survived so far Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star 'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive Even the record company, they became illusive When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution '96 wit' no support we were still makin' moves Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves But like every legend every click, someone had to split So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies But the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin' You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew The Dogg came back home but after Smokin' Grooves 2 Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms '98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen And the old chemistry, just reared it's head again '99 I got to recline, because there was no doubt That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate Two-thousand fifteen million records sold They broke the mold, but there's others along the road But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded See how long we made it and never been outdated We ain't goin' out, motherfucker That's right, fuck that! You don't know That's big time Cypress Hill Motherfuckin' renovators up here You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga It's the real Nigga, nigga Ni-ni-nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga Nigga, nigga Nigga Cypress, nigga! Yeah!

I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker A lost soul, outta control in danger Didn't have a care in the world, my feeling were numb Never showing emotion, it's easy for some I don't know how it happened, how I got to this point But I needed a way out, I was stuck in a ploy I needed another path or I'd self destruct I was down on my luck, my head was so fucked A menace rollin' the streets is what I was Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs You couldn't tell me a thing, I was like my brother Words went in one ear and out the other Slangin' and bangin' with a chip on my shoulder An insane, hit the brain certified street soldier So close to the grave, you at an early age Can't tell you the price I've paid Oh the sky overhead, it's like a canvas of grey I don't know how much time I'll be given to stay From the first spring to light 'til the end of the day I'm just livin' my life 'til they come carry me away I've been there in LA nights in the block where I came up My pops used to hate when we hanged with them bangers Guess he knew one day that we'll become us That's just how it is when you live where we come from "Fight, don't run!" is the motto we live by Get 'em on the ground and stomp a mind about ten times Sure we was just kids back then I had no remorse for what we did back then Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in Hit the strip, and go and get the shit crackin' Gun wars and drug deals, I seen 'em happen When I started losin' homeboys, I wasn't laughin' I looked all around and seen none of 'em there That's when I figured out that nobody cared If we lived or die, we'll just get high and ride And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time Oh the sky overhead, it's like a canvas of grey I don't know how much time I'll be given to stay From the first spring to light 'til the end of the day I'm just livin' my life 'til they come carry me away My mother would stand for me every step of the way She did not judge me, she told me I'd win some day When I was at my lowest, when I had no focus She pulled me out the gutter, said I wasn't hopeless Every night she prayed for me I was out on the street Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes It's an every day hazard when you hustle for dough So many nights I didn't come home, she thought the worst Maybe somebody shot me down without any remorse Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell Well I regret all those times that I put her through hell When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches and Everybody I lost or let down, I wish I could take it All back and make it better but I can't, so I try to make amends And be there through thick and thin Oh the sky overhead, it's like a canvas of grey I don't know how much time I'll be given to stay From the first spring to light 'til the end of the day I'm just livin' my life 'til they come carry me away Come carry me away Come carry me away Come carry me away Come carry me away