Cisco Kid (feat. Cypress Hill & War)

I flow rhymes off just like weed in ya chest

Think you got a endo, hold ya breath

Spittin' on the track with red and meth

Holdin' up a fat when you smoke a cassette

Or CD's, we be the one with the Ouija's

Spread it on the arm, come on, believe me

Look who it is, it's the funky feel

Smokin', assassin from Cypress Hill

We think she's just resonated

Fill my brain 'til it's saturated

Gotta get the Kush weed and cultivate it

Give it to the hoes who love to hate it

'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey, halfway

I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze

Chillin' at the rainbow, high and faded

You savin' that hookah, isolate it

Is there a doctor in the house?

We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth

Lemme show you what a thug about

We can talk or we can slug it out

Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out

There it is, a better kid, ahead of his time to settle this, like men

I'm piping hot, exciting

Right in the gym, or hype in them, alright then

All day I drink and smoke

Shell toe with ankles, sink ya boat

Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar

Rottweiler, blend the track and get hotter

At your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke

'Cause you have had nothing to throat and swallow

Bang the track, bring the bat

Ain't too many that can hang with that, so why bother?

Cisco kid was a friend of mine

Cisco kid was a friend of mine

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine

Yeah send all, he fall back

Finna who write on this track

I don't really give a fuck

Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up

Soul assassins, latin thugs

Whole damn world know about us

Rhymes we kick and weed we pour

Get you vatos all fucked up

And sing along to my get-high song

Had you chokin' off four-foot bong

Cypress hill and weed, can't go wrong

Keep you smokin' like cheech and Chong

Yo call me that doctor

P-funk or chronic blower

Pussy stroker, strap toker, back broker

Hash burns in your pull-out sofa

This is my brain on drugs

Move out my way, cuz, 'cause I might run you over

Bitches, bounce your titties

I bounce with a pump shotgun

Look out, the highest man in the world

Walkin' off with my hand on your girl

Can't drink, and can't stand with the world

****, two puffs and pass me the L

What you talkin' bout, high, highin' up the sky

High enough to start that party

Triple beater enter the stage, don't shoot nobody

What, you ain't high enough?

Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?

Strap a bomb to your mouth till you wired up?

Till the park ranger call the firetruck

And say, hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?

Hey, motherfucker, why you want some?

Yo, yo, gimme that gun, we don't need to fight

Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light

Don't no **** wanna die tonight

With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch

Cisco kid was a friend of mine

Cisco kid was a friend of mine

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine