| Song | Strictly Hip Hop |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs | |
| B-Real: | |
| I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, | |
| I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real, | |
| But, they don't know how to take they own advisement, | |
| Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing | |
| Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion, | |
| Get the hell out, | |
| I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas, | |
| Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, | |
| And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit, | |
| And made it my first single, fuck a hit, | |
| Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, | |
| I'm gonna, and all of it, | |
| It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, | |
| Sellin' out for the fame, | |
| I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, | |
| Go down in flames , in the big game, | |
| B-Real: | |
| Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage, | |
| But, I don't give a fuck cause I still manage, | |
| To represent to the fullest, | |
| No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, | |
| To the studio gangsta with the articles, | |
| In them magazines with the bitch editors, | |
| Keep it real in the game, | |
| Niggas got no shame, | |
| Now all the executives want all the fame, | |
| Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, | |
| For the fuck-em industry that's take'n all ya dough, | |
| I never stole it, stole it all, | |
| Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, | |
| Fools want me to fall, | |
| I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate | |
| tastic, | |
| I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front, | |
| Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, | |
| I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise, | |
| Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, | |
| All you bruthas in the game run a check, | |
| Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect, | |
| Muthafuckas |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs | |
| BReal: | |
| I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, | |
| I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real, | |
| But, they don' t know how to take they own advisement, | |
| Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing | |
| Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hiphop, not fasion, | |
| Get the hell out, | |
| I' m taking out these so called gangsta niggas, | |
| Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, | |
| And I neva took another fuckin' MC' s shit, | |
| And made it my first single, fuck a hit, | |
| Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, | |
| I' m gonna, and all of it, | |
| It' s a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, | |
| Sellin' out for the fame, | |
| I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, | |
| Go down in flames , in the big game, | |
| BReal: | |
| Zippideydooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage, | |
| But, I don' t give a fuck cause I still manage, | |
| To represent to the fullest, | |
| No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, | |
| To the studio gangsta with the articles, | |
| In them magazines with the bitch editors, | |
| Keep it real in the game, | |
| Niggas got no shame, | |
| Now all the executives want all the fame, | |
| Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, | |
| For the fuckem industry that' s take' n all ya dough, | |
| I never stole it, stole it all, | |
| Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, | |
| Fools want me to fall, | |
| I won' t cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate | |
| tastic, | |
| I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front, | |
| Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, | |
| I don' t respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise, | |
| Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, | |
| All you bruthas in the game run a check, | |
| Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect, | |
| Muthafuckas |