| Song | Red Light Visions |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs | |
| '(inhales) break that shit off nigga' | |
| [b-real] | |
| Look at all the m.c.'s trying to get down | |
| But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap | |
| I'm not the one to be having that shit | |
| All these punk niggas better bow down and submit | |
| Niggas don't know how to 'keep it real' | |
| Only if you niggas know the real deal | |
| Fuck all the bullshit, cypress hill | |
| Comes raining on your brain | |
| Bringing the blood stains | |
| Smeared on the sidewalk, one mark dome | |
| Of the prejudice skull, hanging in my home | |
| 'straight to you dome sucker | |
| So what you wanna do fool' | |
| [b-real] | |
| The big game hunter, fucking shit up | |
| Get your ass back down, the hill's on the cut | |
| Who'll get in the circle, let's see if you're raw | |
| Hardcore, last vato might hit the fucking floor | |
| Glocks and ?, in them one clip | |
| For any buster who wanna flip | |
| Back ese ?, shining in your eye | |
| Soul of an assassin, until i die (por vida ese!) | |
| Red light visions in your dome piece | |
| Nightmares running through your head, won't cease | |
| Look at you now, broke down and done | |
| No competition can ever get none | |
| 'straight flip-flop, nigga, flip-flop | |
| On your punk ass until you drop | |
| (cypress hill, coming at your grill) | |
| You're nothing but a motherfucking time clock | |
| Cypress motherfucking hill | |
| (fuck how you feel) | |
| It ain't but another piece to the puzzle fool!' |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs | |
| ' inhales break that shit off nigga' | |
| breal | |
| Look at all the m. c.' s trying to get down | |
| But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap | |
| I' m not the one to be having that shit | |
| All these punk niggas better bow down and submit | |
| Niggas don' t know how to ' keep it real' | |
| Only if you niggas know the real deal | |
| Fuck all the bullshit, cypress hill | |
| Comes raining on your brain | |
| Bringing the blood stains | |
| Smeared on the sidewalk, one mark dome | |
| Of the prejudice skull, hanging in my home | |
| ' straight to you dome sucker | |
| So what you wanna do fool' | |
| breal | |
| The big game hunter, fucking shit up | |
| Get your ass back down, the hill' s on the cut | |
| Who' ll get in the circle, let' s see if you' re raw | |
| Hardcore, last vato might hit the fucking floor | |
| Glocks and ?, in them one clip | |
| For any buster who wanna flip | |
| Back ese ?, shining in your eye | |
| Soul of an assassin, until i die por vida ese! | |
| Red light visions in your dome piece | |
| Nightmares running through your head, won' t cease | |
| Look at you now, broke down and done | |
| No competition can ever get none | |
| ' straight flipflop, nigga, flipflop | |
| On your punk ass until you drop | |
| cypress hill, coming at your grill | |
| You' re nothing but a motherfucking time clock | |
| Cypress motherfucking hill | |
| fuck how you feel | |
| It ain' t but another piece to the puzzle fool!' |