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