Candy hill wit our girl Teairra Mari just get ge ge get it boy soon as i walked in the club did my thing so i put my hands up, baby had his eyes on
mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill
some cypress hill. My mind is filled, head space stays creative, music plays in my skull til I recreate it. [Madchild] Dont Make me angry, my skin goes green
Fans listenin', from Michigan to Switzerland Malik be blitzed again, on the station with the discipline Solicitin', sometimes illicit or explicit with it then From the deep end where the hills
it Just to have my drawers in a overcoat My El Dorado lean, the black caddy float Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill Honies in red zone, tell me
young ladies AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes, brand new models Only seen one in Colorado, light green metallic in the Shark Bar Eatin' salad, Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin' in Beverly Hills
There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone Than the little plot I walk on that I call my home Full of eerie sights, weird and skeery sights Ev'ry vicious
of Christ John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper Custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green
alone Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone One day my hairs orange the next day it's green The trendsetter's back on your TV screen This
still sick. can't hate the sky for being gray or the bad poem that we live out every day. twenty minutes outside the city, or fifteen years from over the hill
back on tizzy, on top Jump Off, Dub B, Jersey Stand up GO! Jump off you rap guys is a joke I'm here to take the scoring title without the green light
my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows WHERE THE hill
on bubbly I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby Sugar Hill
Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down (down) Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill
