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[Sen Dog]
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"(Inhales) Break that shit off nigga"
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[B-Real]
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Look at all the M.C.'s trying to get down
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But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap
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I'm not the one to be having that shit
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All these punk niggas better bow down and submit
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Niggas don't know how to "keep it real"
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Only if you niggas know the real deal
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Fuck all the bullshit, Cypress Hill
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Comes raining on your brain
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Bringing the blood stains
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Smeared on the sidewalk, one mark dome
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of the prejudice skull, hanging in my home
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"Straight to you dome sucker
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So what you wanna do fool"
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[B-Real]
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The Big Game hunter, fucking shit up
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Get your ass back down, the Hill's on the cut
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Who'll get in the circle, let's see if you're raw
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Hardcore, last vato might hit the fucking floor
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Glocks and ?, in them one clip
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For any buster who wanna flip
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Back ese ?, shining in your eye
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Soul of an Assassin, until I die (Por vida ese!)
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Red light visions in your dome piece
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Nightmares running through your head, won't cease
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Look at you now, broke down and done
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No competition can ever get none
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"Straight flip-flop, nigga, flip-flop
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on your punk ass until you drop
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(Cypress Hill, coming at your grill)
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You're nothing but a motherfucking time clock
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Cypress motherfucking Hill
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(Fuck how you feel)
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It ain't but another piece to the puzzle fool!"
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Red Light Visions
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