Throw Your Hands In the Air (Album Version)

歌詞

yeah bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety five soul assassins cypress hill joint yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up so get it on kid fresh is the word when I display my rappin forte quicker done than o j hey I freaks my shit e the lyrical master stress me out no doubt I might have to blast ya let me ask ya can I gets busy one time and unwind and chill with cypress hill huh I go on with my bad self I'm the four pound toter the phil blunt smoker believe me not I'm wicked like three sixes I'm doper than the pete rock remixes never walk through the crowd sluggish I'm hardcore to the bone I'm thuggish ruggish the green-eyed bandit I be errrick serrrmon I gets real determined and one for the trouble and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace and if you don't know yfall better recognize I'm coming through with speed with pounds of weed ahh shit another one of those gangsta hits niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate fools get real yo I'm representin the hill with chips and clips and tons of blue steel so who wants to be the first nigga to die then try and test this buddha blessed gemini you get thrown sent home in a coffin punk stuff don't make it back very often I got erick to take care of the sermon ashes to ashes dust bodies burnin bustin open the doors to the temple takin you to the dark side of your mental kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air I rhyme tricky the sticky smoka with the mind itchy finger up on the pen be like he the bomb dicky these off keys mcfs hawk me they won't get off me so I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies turn up my level adjust my voice pitch hoist this diagnosis comatosis is what I leave your crew with boom bip or some two and two shit raw silk cuz you do it to my music funk doctor spock lock the hypest individual to put criminal in diapers with my nigga e and cypress what I write bitch you swore it was a nuclear war crisis in your back yard word to god def squad with my nigga keith in the place takin charge word up you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder you're deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air steppin to the park in the hill you can't hang the original baby gangsta on this compton thang don't slip the late night hype is when I dip boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip can't feel me if I was crack you'd try to steal me heard you and your little crew wanna peel me keep your hands on your hood you get got the green eyed bandit cypress hill and the funk doctor spock you wish you could hang like I hang dwells in the c p t the hood thing g the trigga finger I'm a get you hit you the tech 9 ifma split you ain't no poppin no stoppin tick to the tock tick tock I hit your block throw your hands in the air don't bite this I squeeze nigga please the e down with cypress kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air kickin it to the brothers on the corners in the alleys throw your hands in the air aight for everybody all our peeps out on the corners all the alleyways for all our decesed incarcerated peeps brothers on the streets nineteen ninety five soul assassins in your mind