Cypress Hill

"Red, Meth & B"

"Red, Meth & B"


Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!

[Redman]
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line 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
Yeah!

[Chorus: B-Real]
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

[Method Man]
Yo, yo
Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like Simmy Colan
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, glock clickin', stop shittin'
Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!)
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

[Chorus X2]

"Riot Starter"

"Riot Starter"


[TV Reporter 1]
"We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear"
[TV Reporter 2]
"OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...Police in riot gear...")
"The police are, uh, forming a long line now..."
[B-Real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the fuck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like Carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up
Riot....Starter
Riot....Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yeah...move it to the side
Cypress Hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!"
[B-Real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the fuck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker
Yo, move the fuck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!"
[B-Real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate
while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, I breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone
Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of Soul comin to return
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherfucker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog
All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory
Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it
As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit
Riot Starteeerrrrr!

"Rise Like Smoke"

"Rise Like Smoke"


[8 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus: B-Real]
I'm a go hardcore what I believe in
And NO! - I'm not gonna slow down!
They try tell me what it is what I can or can't be
I gotta family that I gotta hold down!

[Bridge: B-Real]
So I'm gonna rise like - smoke!
So I'm gonna rise like - smoke!
So I'm gonna rise like - smoke!
'Till the day they put me underground!

[B-Real:]
I gotta break these chains. - Take these reins!
Ignore these pains; no pain, no gain!
I gotta hard move like like a muscle car
Get ahead of the pack. - Hit like a double-R!
I never loose sight, only to too tight!
Only to get away - too many will lose right.
Kill right now you got your head in the clouds
Screaming your name! - Nothing can bring you down!
Everybody got a dream; hurry up and go get it!
'Till it gone; [? ] and gone!
You singing the same song. - You ain't in tune!
Tellin' yourself - "I'm gonna get mine, soon!
It's a race to the limelight - and the pack is running
Can you keep up and tell us that you want it!
When you get it tell us what you're gonna do with it (do with it!)
'Cause I got mine, I'm a show you how to move with it!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Sen-Dog:]
Still lookin' for the gusto, desirin' to hustle!
Deep on the street with Soul Assassin muscle!
Still motivated! (MOTIVATED!) - Still upgraded! (STILL UPGRADED!)
Still updated and always on fated! (AND ALWAYS ON FATED!)
Thought we come again? - Watch we roll up
With the real channel 13 stone us!
Never rest! - Gotta keep moving!
Anything less put my shoe in it!
What you want holmes? - Yeah, we got some!
Best believe it's the motherfuckin' box, son!
I'm still hungry but that's the sex!
Ain't done yet like broadway brick!
Ain't no question, that's why I'm a threat! (I'm A THREAT!)
I'm getto raised right out the projects! (PROJECTS!)
Now you know that I'll be done when I wanna go (WANNA GO!)
And for real until that Death thing come and go! (COME AND GO!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[17 seconds instrumental]

[B-Real:]
When the lights go on and the mic turns on!
Find someone it's so live, it's wrong!
You wanted more then your typical common hit
Feels good when the fans bounces kinky shit!
Right after the show, after the flow
On the grounds in the back then get out the door!
Look the shorty is! - She wanna ride with the band!
She screamin': "Guys I'm your biggest fan! "
Runnin' through. - Whatever she can
And she's - lookin' at you like a bride in day.
She's - sweatin' hard, she won't resist
When you ask: "Why? " She plays just like this:

[Chorus: Female]
I'm a go hardcore what I believe in
And NO! - I'm not gonna slow down!
They try tell me what it is what I can or can't be
I gotta family that I gotta hold down!

[Bridge: Female]
So I'm gonna rise like - smoke!
So I'm gonna rise like - smoke!
So I'm gonna rise like - smoke!
'Till the day they put me underground!

"Rise Up"

"Rise Up"


Living in the big city
The American dream
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more
But I aint selling my soul
With the dope theres no girl
Im on a one way box to the top
Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block
Im in the fast lane and I wont stop
You aint nothing but talk
You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It aint for the weak
Got my roddy gangster that came off the street
Im trying to keep the peace
but I gotta keep my pace
Got these drunk police
Want me all rappy
And I'm searching for the higher ground
I want my head in the sky
So high that I cant come down
Leave your lies in every town across the nation
Cause you can never stop to play
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?
Cruising in the drop chevy
Got my foot on the floor
Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy
You wanna look inside
And see whos crossing the brine
Curiosity is killing you
With stick in the prime
I get high from the brim in the set
Never gripping the square
But all you haters couldnt hold my.
Dont need a clip for my ? straight
You should leave it alone
And check your toe cause my line will spit
This right heres as high as it gets
Somebody likes it..the hell
Cause you stepped on the sex
But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check
Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets
You came, for me I'm the best
And you can keep the dress
Cause I'm smoke at the less
Turn a step back I'm tired of getting pushed
Gotta rise up to the top (to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta rise up to the top (to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?
I go psycho
Crazy Michael Myers
Except the stages on fire going higher
Cause when I lean on a flyer
Theres so much more to make the whole city rise
This defines a man to get the whole world lifted
Wall man trying to make a land with a mission
Theres no way you can stand in this position
You cant take the heat get the fuck about the tension
Go with the will to hustle, you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle
Were going to world top, homeboy this is the show
We gotta blow up the stage be out the door
Sometimes we all nedd an escape
So when we form our track
Well get your mind while we get the stat
I made a pack with a crew on the hill
We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?

"Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up"

"Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up"


[guy toking up]
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
[B-Real]
It's, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
[Chorus: x4]
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [scratch x4]
[B-Real + (Sen Dog)]
(East Coast hittin that blunt), West Coast hittin that honeydip
Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
so I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the yesca, mota
as I keep runnin from the Chota
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(Puto don't be holdin out on the big bag)
[Chorus]
"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" [repeat to fade]

"Scooby Doo"

"Scooby Doo"


[Chorus repeated several times:]
Scooby-Doo, y'alllllll....
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'alllllll....
[Verse 1: B-Real]
I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (I ain't havin' it)
Throw your hands in the air, the Hill's live and direct, see
So let me put my clip in, watch this nigga start flippin'
My, why must they always be trippin'?
Shut up, what up, fool tried to nut up
Dropped the gat, riccocheted, the fool got cut up
(Why'd you drop the gat, G?) I got hit from behind
Now a nigga like me, I gotta go for mine
Bring it on, bing, make ya bells ring
When ya hit that pavement, what a feeling
It's on, cracked like a baseball bat
Oh shiiiiiiiit, out the boot came a gat
Pointed (aimed) the nigga said "You're through!"
[laughs] Scooby Doo! 'Cause I had a boy too!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B-Real]
I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (I ain't havin' it)
Throw your gats in the air if you wanna come test me
So let me just run through, as I pull out my Scooby-Doo
I get the chills when I see that dead man's crew
I got to get up, let's go head up, dead up
I'm loc'ed like that, punk, that's why you're gettin' wet-up
Want me to let up, but I ain't tryin' to hear that
Bullshit cryin', punk, let me just clear that
Buck a shot, lick a two shot, lick a three shot
Ran out of ammo, damn, I ain't tryin' to get got
Two niggas standin', dirty under-handed
Lighter shade of fire, check my slug expanded
Now tell me what the fuck are you gonna do
When I pull out my Scooby-Doo?
[Chorus]
[Outro: B-Real] (Mexican dialect?)
Take a good look ... 'cause this is the last time you're gonna see
fat bell like this again, you fat piece a chit! Kid muchacho,
muchacho kid, get flabby - (oh - choot that piece a chit.) You
fuckin' lobsta piece a CHIT! I'll stomp you like a duck. And you ...
you with your little happy chain of lighters ... you wanna fuck with
me, you fuck with the best! And you ... you with the burly haircut,
the Stawberry Quik guy ... you around the way, main. I know where
you at.

"Shoot 'Em Up"

"Shoot 'Em Up"


[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!

[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog x2]

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)

[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin

[Chorus]

"Shut 'Em Down"
(feat. Tom Morello)

"Shut 'Em Down"
(feat. Tom Morello)



[Interludes:]
[Male News Archors #1:] Breaking news story! Just bringing you up to date...
[Female News Archors #1:]... across the US, as the country's economy continues to plunge.
[Male News Archors #2:] Now some are so outraged... they are doing something about it!
[Female News Archors #1:] The Congress is proposing new taxes...
[Male News Archors #2:] Symbols remind you of the toll the ongoing wars are taking on our country!
[Female News Archors #1:] CEO's. [echoes] [beat starts]
[Tom Morello starts playing the guitar]
[Chorus 1: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
We shut 'em down! - We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!)
We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!) - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
We shut 'em down! - We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!)
We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!) - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
[Sen Dog:]
Somethin' getting down from the motherfuckin' get go (get go!)
Hands around your neck and I'm refusing to let go! (I'm refusing to let go!)
I'm like a Down South - crooked-ass police (crooked-ass police!)
Gettin' me some of everything. - Down to your show biz! (down to your show biz!)
See? They got me - straight going off, G! (straight goin' off, G!)
Going buck wild, swinging on a paparazzi! (swingin' on the paparazzi!)
We not done! - This shit ain't over! (this shit ain't over!)
Cause we're back with a nation of soldiers. (with a nation of soldiers!)
And we havin' it! - We takin' over, kid! (we takin' over, kid!)
Coming through - with the Cannabis potent shit! (Cannabis potent shit!)
I'm thinkin': "Oh, no! - We rock the good show! " (we rock the good show!)
Hand over the mic' like Billy Boddy in a fist show. (like Billy Boddy in a fist show!)
[Chorus:]
(Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold Wars, Politicians, Quiet Tax)
[Chorus 2: B-Real {Sen Dog}]
(Bailouts!) Shut 'em down! - (Wall Street!) Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
(Cold wars!) We shut 'em down! - (Politicians!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(Quiet Tax!) Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
[B-Real:]
Going down the cross roads, feeling kinda lost no
Way to make it forsaken and taken for a lost soul!
I don't want your sympathy! - I don't need your hand out!
Never had it planned out, just a cut your man out!
Wars on the newscast! - Caught it on a news flash!
Heard about a new tax! - What if I refuse that?
I don't want your promises! - I don't need your bullshit!
I don't need you telling me the answers at the pulpit!
Setup for the meltdown! - Hunted by the hellhounds!
Spiders got you spellbound! - Get up if you fell down!
I don't hate your slick talk! - I don't seek your point of view!
I'm the fucking thorn your side that keeps annoying you!
[Chorus 3: B-Real {Sen Dog}]
(Crooked cops!) We shut 'em down! - (Drug Lords!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(Higher tax!) Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
(False media!) We shut 'em down! - (A common enemy!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(Hypocrities!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
[24 seconds guitar solo by Tom Morello]
[Chorus 4: B-Real {Sen Dog}]
(Politicians!) We shut 'em down! - (War criminals!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(This is a fixed show!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
(Corruptions!) We shut 'em down! - (No surrender!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(By any means!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
[Chorus 1]
[Beat fades out]

"Siempre Peligroso"
(feat. Fermin IV Caballero)

"Siempre Peligroso"
(feat. Fermin IV Caballero)



[B-Real]
Yo te meto en candela
Prende las velas pa la pelea
Cuando crees que tu ganas yo mato a quien sea
Cypress Hill son asesinos
Yo fumo mota con todos mis vecinos
Abre tus ojos si tu quieres entender
Yo te enseno todo porque tengo el poder
Te llevo a la loma pa tirarte en el hueco
Puto yo te mojo y me quedo bien seco
Dios me perdona porque no estabas listo
Tu sangre en el piso y Cypress Hill lo hizo...

[Chorus:]
Caminando por la calle siempre es peligroso
(Siempre es peligroso!)
Corriendo en el pleito mueren los mocosos
(Mueren los mocosos!)

[B-Real]
Hijo no te pierdas porque voy a comenzar
A quemar mis enemigos que me vienen a matar
Yo no me escondo, tengo familia grande
Si tu quieres un pedazo, sigue ven pa lante
Puto...

[Fermin IV]
Ah... Mira... Una vez mas y por segunda ocasion
El poder de la yerba abre la mente
Y ahora en espanol mira ha!
Ta ta ta ta taa!!
Como el profesor Jirafalez dando su leccion
Aqui estoy listo y preparado para la ocasion, mira!
Mis instintos me van guiando, tropiezo menos
Pues no doy ningun paso en falso, asi he representado
Artilleria Pesada presentando
Fermin IV, capitan, piloto, aviador de la bala de plata
Siempre cumplo lo que prometo
Por eso ahora siento que voy creciendo sin miedo
Agarro el microfono como el machete que va abriendo
Los caminos y las veredas aqui en la tierra
A 33 1/3 revoluciones me mantengo
Ahora si! trantando de llevar el ritmo perfecto...

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Mi nombre es el Perro ggggrrraw!! cuando ladro
No hay problema, cuando empiezo, te desmadro
Si soy cubiche y so si tengo mi machete
En la tronca de la ranfla y jeta de los cuetes
Que tu le que, le que? ven pa ca yo te la quito
La mando pa San Juan, encuentrala en Puerto Rico
Te jodo chico, nada suave como rico
Soy el pingu, tremendo peligroso tipo
Cuidado con mis canones, me roncan los cojones
Dile al tipo de la estacion que limpia todas las maldiciones
Empuja los botones, antes que tu la pones
Mis palabras son el humo que te rompe los pulmones
Hacer de que, hola, que se dice? que se cuenta?
Vente compra el disco porque ahora esta a la venta
Hay que pagar la renta, corre pa la tienda
Y oye como Sen y el Machete representa...

[Chorus]

[Fermin IV] - this goes with the chorus
Mira...
Cypress Hill, diremos algo
Pero nosotros, el Machete, aqui rondando
Con los grandes, representando, mira
ah ah!
Desde Monterrey, el Cerro De La Silla
Nos los llevamos a Los Angeles
Colocando nadamas asi ah ah
Transportamos por todos lados a donde vamos mira
Ah el Control Machete ah
Artilleria Pesada, ah
Cypress Hill, Mellow Man Ace, mira
ah ah AH! AH! AH!...
Asi es...............