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* send corrections to the typistWe gonna get you high (*whispered in background 6 times*)Let`s get high (*whispered in background 2 times*)(B-Real)I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chestThink you got endo, hold your breathSpittin on the track with Red and MethHoldin up a fat, when you smoke a cassetteOr CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija`sSpread it on the arm, come on believe meLook who it is, it`s the funky feelSmokin assassin from Cypress HillWe think she`s just resonated?Fillin my brain till it`s saturatedWhen you get the crushed weed and cultivate itGive it to the hoes who love to hate itCause blunts get filled like Hershey HighwaysI don`t give a fuck who sits where I blazeChillin at the rainbow high and fadedYou saving that bump(??), then isolate it(Method Man)Is there a Doctor in the house?We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouthLemme show you what a thug aboutWe can talk or we can slug it outBetter yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it outThere it is, a better a kid, ahead of hisTime to settle this, like menI`m pipin hot, excitingRight in the gym or hype in them, alright thenAll day I drink and smokeShell toe with ankles in ya bothCent, five cents, ten cents, dollarRocwilder blend the track and getting hotterAsk your boy, now pass your boy something to smokeCause you have had nothing to throat, swallowBang the track, bring your batAin`t too many that can hang with thatSo why bother(Chorus)Cisco Kid was a friend of mineHell yeaCisco Kid was a friend of mineHell yeaHe drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wineHell yeaHe drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wineHell yea(Cypress Hill)Yea, send all, and fall backAnd who wrote on this trackI don`t really give a fuckPut the pen down lets toss them upSoul assasins, Latin thugsWhole damn world know about usRhymes we kick and weed we pourGet tus vatos all fucked upAnd sing along to my get high songHad you choking off of four foot bongCypress Hill and weed, can`t go wrongKeep you smoking like Cheech and Chong(Redman)Yo, call me that DoctorP-Funk or chronic blowerPussy smoker, strap toker, back brokerHash burns in your pull out sofaThis is my brain on drugsMove out my way cuz, cause I might run you overBitches bounce your tittiesI bounce with a pump shotgunLook out, the highest man in the worldWalkin off with my hand on your girlCan`t drink and can`t stand in the worldNiggas, two puffs and then pass me the LWhat you talking about I`m not high enough to start that partyTriple beater enter the stage with a gaugeDon`t shoot nobodyWhat you ain`t high enough?Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?Strap a bomb to your mouthTill you wired upTill the Park Ranger call the FiretruckAnd said “Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on?”I said “Hey motherfucker, why do you want some?”Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don`t need to fightHold that blunt, I`ll give you a lightDon`t no nigga want to die tonightWith all this weed, get high tonight.. BITCH!

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