(feat. Pearl Jam)
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[Verse One:]
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It's time I came to get mine
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Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine
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Why do the pigs come
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Bring your ass on
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Cross the line so I can get the blast on
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Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side
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So don't even tempt me
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Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with
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the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel
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Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute
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to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now
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Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl
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Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw
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the towel in
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I'm not doing the ill thing
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Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
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[Verse Two:]
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GIve me a taste off open a place and a black nine
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by the wate line
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Never know when someone will test ya
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Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya
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I'm the big hum that became the attack
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Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker
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That I won't do anything for the looper
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When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop
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Click click bang bang
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Cuz it ain't no thang when I hang with Stone
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And I kick that funky slang
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You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing
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Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
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Real Thing
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| Cypress Hill |
