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Ah yeah |
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(Down with the crew from up the hill) |
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I like the way this is turnin out |
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(Down with the crew from up the hill) |
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(Krazy D) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(Krazy D) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(Krazy D) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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( Krazy D ) |
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Hm-hm, pardon me, but like 1-2 |
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You slept, but take a peep |
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Yes, the maddog's creepin |
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Workin muthafuckas that's sleepin |
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Suckers only know I bust jaws or come out to brawl |
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To drop them niggas like freefall |
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I go nuts, so if a duck's to shoot |
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I pack a .380 tucked as I strut in my zoot suit |
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You stated bein down with a click |
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But when I step to hit you up you act wack and don't claim shit |
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So get the fuck on as I drop bombs of warfare |
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Fuckin your girlie cause I don't care |
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Much for that ass as I pass them |
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I collect and wreck niggas and like a pimp I keep slappin |
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On and on and on till dawn |
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I rock on, makin 'hoods lookin like Lebanon |
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Clockin my grip as I rip to get righteous |
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To be the hypest from Cypress |
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(T is the Chief) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(T is the Chief) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(T is the Chief) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(Leader of the pow wow) |
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( Chief T / Tomahawk Funk ) |
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Well, I'm here to recite, unload |
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Some lyrical ammo |
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Rock on, break it up with the steady flow |
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The brave brother runnin wild swingin my tomahawk |
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Don't play around or you might get scalped |
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Shout for help, but it's not gonna matter |
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The Funkdoobie shit |
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This chumpie's on hit |
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I'ma flow on, my brother |
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So sucker, run for cover |
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Hip-hoppin lyrical rhymes droppin |
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Like Crazy Horse, of course |
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I'm ready on the warpath |
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For me to scalp a sucker you don't even have to ask |
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I get hype at night, track ya, stalk ya |
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I'm on the hunt till it's time to spliff a blunt |
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The redman ready to run ya |
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The hip-hop funkster, warpath's attackin |
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No time for slackin, my brother, I'm aimin |
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Claimin my Tribe, why? |
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Cause I'm the hypest from Cypress |
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(Cypress Hill) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(Cypress Hill) |
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(Cypress Hill) |
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(So come on, the Cypress starts to kick it) |
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( Sen Dog ) |
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Now don't tease me or tempt, I have a hot Cuban temp' |
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I take it light, but I start fight if you try to offend |
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See, I don't sniff blow for, that's because I don't crawl |
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On the ground, lookin up at all y'all |
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(Sen) Dog, never again will I bend |
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No letters of death or threats will I send |
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So I'm puttin an end to all the dumb shit (dumb shit) |
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Dumb shit, that 'homes, where you from'-shit |
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Cause I run shit my way all day |
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Don't play, cause it won't pay |
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Niggas wanna play with the pistol |
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Make me get pissed, though |
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You get a fistful |
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Make you eat knuckles |
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Feel your knees buckle |
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Still feeling brave when |
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You're sleeping on the pavement |
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Save it, the beatdown, who gave it? |
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Senen, no more explaining |
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(This is the mellow, the mellow) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(The mellow) |
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(Go off, go off) |
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(The mellow) |
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(My man) (my man) |
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(1, 2, 3, 4) |
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(Get on the mic) |
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( Mellow Man Ace ) |
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Oh, I'm a sell-out? Ha-ha, cause all my records sell? |
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I got me paid and laid, out here sippin lemonade |
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You come to see me, right? You even bring your hoe |
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And when I'm finished rippin shit, you're still like 'I don't know...' |
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Is he really hype?' 'Is he my girlie's type?' |
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'Is he the kinda muthafucka that can really write?' |
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'Am I on his tip?' 'Damn, I musta slipped' |
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'Cause I even brought my girl, I must be on his dick' |
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You're damn right, gee, you got a double ticket |
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She copped one of my shirts and now she wants to kick it |
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What up with that, bee? Have you lost it, bro? |
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She's got my posters in her room, calls me her niggaroe |
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She just be juicin you, straight up be usin you |
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And when I come to town, she's like 'I'm losin you' (see ya) |
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So you get jealous, right? And tell your fellas, right? |
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And then you all come to my show, all over jealous, right? |
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Now I could call ya out, but I'ma stall ya out |
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Cause I'm promotin peace, and like a soldier, yo, I'm ballin out |
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Now I'm the Spanish Fly, and I might just |
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Come off so nice that I'm the hypest - from Cypress |
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Aiyo yo yo yo |
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Yo yo, man |
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Yo, let me take.. |
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Check this out |
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I got the Hillsters |
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(Hill Squad) |
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I got the Hillsters |
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Funky Cypress Hillsters, out here gettin ill, so |
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I got my man D |
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And my man T |
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My mellow Sen Dog and I'm the A-c-e |
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But yo yo |
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You know how.. |
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You know how.. |
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You know, people used to ask me: |
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"Yo, how did you get started, man?" |
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Well, D.. |
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Wa - wait a minute |
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G, won't you bring the track down, you know |
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And D, won't you come up on the mic |
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And show em how we used to do.. |
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( freestyle Krazy D ) |
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Not just a punk from the streeet |
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Can get deep to a flow |
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And go for broke |
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Cause I break niggas in half and laugh |
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In their fuckin face |
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Not knowin how hard the Latin Lord can get |
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I pack a cuente just in case niggas wanna strip |
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( freestyle Chief T ) |
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Check the funky styles of music, choose it |
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The piecemaker givin you a hit of the good joint |
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Inhale the smoke and let the peace pipe burn |
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Check the beat, check the groove, yeah, you need it |
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In your fort you come up short |
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You send for more troops, I got with the Hill Tribe |
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( freestyle Sen Dog ) |
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I say Cypress Hill after you, bro |
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And cuts a afro down to a cameo |
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I got my back covered even when I'm solo |
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My Tribe's meaner than shit, so fuck the ammo |
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So it's Cypress Hill to all the bimbos |
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And you can dance to the funky lingo |
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But at this time I rhyme for my amigos |
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Get out the way, man |
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Try to take over my jam, right? |
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But check it out |
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I would - |
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I used to say some shit like |
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You know, I would go like, well - ahm |
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( freestyle Mellow Man Ace ) |
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Well, here's my step to ya, my gettin-next-to-ya |
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Cocky son of a bitch, you don't think that I can wreck, do ya? |
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Well, I be flexin, cold slappin necks, and |
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Please feel free to jump in line and be the next man |
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To get that head flown like a k-k-k-kite |
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I can stutter-step and stumble and still come off hype |
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Cause one thing's for sho', and that's I flow from the start |
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You love all my homies, but you forward to my part |
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You say: I like the way that he be swingin, bringin |
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Funky little styles with the crazy fly singin |
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That's what I do the best, don't need the buddah bless |
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To get you all hype and jazz'der than the rest |
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I could get smoked out, and then get loc'ed out |
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But see, the album's comin flyer than the most out |
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Cause I'm Mellow, and I'm in the house |
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Came here tonight to turn it out |
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And I'm outta here |
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And I'm outta here |
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And I'm outta here |
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( all ) |
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We're the hypest from Cypress |
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We're the hypest from Cypress |
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We're the hypest from Cypress |
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We're the hypest from Cypress |
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Let's get the fuck out |
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Mellow Man Ace |
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Cypress Hill |
