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Cypress Hill Skull Bones

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

of a rhythm, you best listen, get it over with Stolen shit, rollin' it, Cypress ownin' it, bitin' niggas clonin' it I got a dog got a bone to pick, you

I'm pushing the bomb Do what you want do what you need the hardcore Breaking the law the new seed yes they want more Cypress Hill Soul Assassins we smokin

be out there tryin' to duplicate But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast Of the cypress hill

So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your

new niggaz tryin' to bust grips Keep tryin' and I'm shittin' all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggaz wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill

Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit We Latin-thug

Real You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill

ha ha ha ha [B-Real] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill