Laulunsanoja:
Cypress Hill

with fine markers I won't leave till the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill

fall down Buck down, dead sound that's what you found That's what you get when you fuck with the brown Dog, Sen is comin' to the mound La Vida from Cypress

mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill

I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It

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

Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill Yo, bringin' it on Cubans meet the Haitians Perfect combination, check it You say guns, I say pistolas Well, if you got

Well, here's a little story, I got to tell About a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner

Handle it, handle it You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquette True, true You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed At

hash (Chorus: B-Real) (So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this (So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit (So can you handle