Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders Lyrics
[b-real]:1 for trouble, 8 for the road,7 to get ready when Im lettin off all my load,Funk, buddha monk, in the trunk,I gotcha, thumpin so hard,Up and down the blvd.,Im a natrual-born cap-peela, strapped illa,Im the west coast settin it on, no ones reala,Getcha fix of the uncut funk,A small dose of the skunk weed, like its suppose to be,Move it up, just move it on out,Whatcha talkinbout son,I got the first shot, and its all over now,One nation under a groove,Smoke a pound for the strict of it,Everytime I make a move,Smooth and togetha,Raw like leatha,Aint goin out like a punk, neva,Check it out, 1,2, cypress grooveCheck it out, 1,2, cypress groove[b-real]:Its the numba one money maker,Money takea, few steps back Im on a plane to jamaica,(am I)Puffin a fat wada, talk shit,For the fool Im thinkin about, I got the ruff shit,Hard rock bone breaka,Stoned raider, in the temple of boom,Assurt to assume,Never be lettin shit slide, no way,***** niggas can hide,But, Ill find they ass some day,Check it out, 1,2, cypress grooveWherever you are, putcha mutha*****in spliff in the air,Some dogs, like you gotta pair,When I kick to the metro,Lone clip, be lookin around,Cause this shit aint over with yet,People cant understand my situation,Now they cought up in the soul assasination,Fool, just take cover, its all over,When I break ya off a chunk of this mutha*****a,Check it out, 1,2, cypress grooveCheck it out, 1,2, cypress grooveCheck it out, 1,2, cypress groove
