'Cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go, oh
Now you can't see I'm real great?
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All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about boo-yaa, 'cause I said step off!

This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew

This was just like a dream
When you supreme, the king of a minor ?
All for 47, [Incomprehensible] eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven

Weak ducks, duckin' and buckin'
Sayin' "Fukkit", ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit

Suckers, you're nuttin', you'll like a train stoker
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
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Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real, yeah, get funky, real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
You know what I'm sayin', Cypress Hill

You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't, 'cause yo, I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of

Everythin' you know, still you can't do no
Damage or duel though aiyyo, 'cause our crew now
The Real is the sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers

I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic

Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
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Yo, I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin' G, wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin' back to the old school
So they keep goin out, 'cause they're just not real
Ha yeah, that's right fool

Yes the master pass, kick your ass
And feel combustion, for the dope blast
'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up

See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out

Well, I'm in front, and yo, I feel great
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Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill, that's right
Get off the real estate, get off the real estate
Get off the real estate, get off the real estate