We gonna get you high (*whispered in background 6 times*)

Let's get high (*whispered in background 2 times*)



(B-Real)

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest

Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath

Spittin on the track with Red and Meth

Rollin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette

Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's

Spread it on the arm, come on believe me

Look who it is, it's the funky feel

Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill

DJ D just resonate it

Over my brain till it's saturated

Gotta get the cush weed and cultivate it

Give it to the hoes who love to hate it

Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Highways

I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze

Chillin at the rainbow high and faded

You sittin that hump, better isolate it



(Method Man)

Is there a Doctor in the house?

We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth

Lemme show you what a thug about

We can talk or we can slug it out

Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out

There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his

Time to settle this, like men

I'm pipin hot, exciting

Write a gem or hype in them, alright then

All day I drink and smoke

Shell toe with a anchor sink yo boat

Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar

Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter

Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke

Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow

Bang the track, bring your bat

Ain't too many that can hang with that

So why bother



(Chorus)

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

Hell yea

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

Hell yea

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine

Hell yea

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine

Hell yea



(Cypress Hill