Lyrics:
Yo, this DJ Muggs, I’m out of Cypress Hill
Soul Assassins
This my little homie, Alchemist
holding it down 1st Infantry in the place
Live and direct,
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it god damn!
So who's that
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
jam he play they pay I'm in da day
I don't think we gonna miss 'I'm we don't need 'I'm anyway
Can I kick it
Who the hell is on the radio
Or who's
car
Fucked every broad
Different Rollie every arm
Squad iced out, we'll turn your lights out
Summer time, new kicks, goggles on, bikes out
Banshee in
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
a boy
When I work out Puba go see Roy's
next to thirty-three, where Stud lives
You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative
Now honey don't like me
Uh (Zaytoven)
I was scaling grams watching 'Yo MTV Jams' (for real)
Now I'm the richest nigga in my fam (for real)
Forty percent goes straight
Spam 2 Lamb
(Uh)
I was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams
(For real)
Now I'm the richest N***a in my fam
(For real)
40 % goes straight to Uncle Sam
(watch out!)
A new era!
If you don't know your bitch ass better (watch out!) ask somebody! Shoot em up!
The Hurricane G is live and in color (watch
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
something they can sing about
(Take it all you need me)
Rule one, better live what you speak bout
Rule two, don't slip when you creep out
Rule three, grab
after jam
Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn
Those that want to sell out need to get the fuck out the business
Cause
with soap
Yeah we out here getting bread, stack it by the loaf
Yeah I’m out here getting bread, out the grocery store
Chorus:
I came from
You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Why, equal, Knowledge Born
I go on, although
You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Why, equal, Knowledge Born
I go on, although
What was that
Them people they knocked at
That door and i think they gone kick it in
Who is that
I picked up the rifle i promise
My pistol wont jam again
land
We're fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam
Bring back the jam
My flame is heart, my baby do as she
land
We're fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam
Bring back the jam
My flame is heart, my baby do as she
after jam
Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn
Those that want to sell out need to get the fuck out the business
Cause
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
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