Flexing on some brothers better twelve times platinum
Fool, drop your weapon or I'm coming for the kill
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
'Cause I'm the ill one, oh, the cap-peel one
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn
Heading to the Eastside, watch your back busta
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
To my man on the corner with the shotgun shell
Watch it go through ya, ya smelling like manure
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
On my side is my easy, can't fuck with that
For all the soldiers, money folders, you're on my shoulders
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show no
Well, it's the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
'Cause I been there done that, fool, check the format
Crushing every opponent in opposition
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Spark the lah, we live this shit
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
And spark the lah, we live this shit
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Rhyme for my neighborhood banging out hits
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
To me, it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
What the fuck you wanna do now?
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
Come in peace and you can come on the Hill, bro
I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Enemy's a viewer, I'm sipping on Caluha
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Throw you in the trunk, take a ride to the Eastside
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival
But if it ain't in peace, bro, turn it to a homicide
Ain't no hood for you, here it's all about the hustlas
Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Need this looking raw before you come acting
We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters
Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Weed smokers, money holders that's right
Living on the Eastside fighting for survival
Spark the lah, we live this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Yeah, y'all that big bad Cypress and Perro up in that place
You coming round the Hill fucking son, I gotta spill one
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day
