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Legalize It Cypress Hill L.I.F.E. (Feat. Kokane) Cypress Hill [Bobo] Once again We're back It's the big bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is [Beat fades in] {5x} Whoop Legalize it, Cypress Hill will advertise it Legalize it (Yeah) Cypress Hill will advertise Killa Hill Cypress Hill [b-real] In the midst of the madness No question, who's the baddest Mcs in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin' on top is the hill lookin' over you Killa hill niggas Break It Up Cypress Hill Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill Cypress Hill! (repeat 13X to fade) Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up Cypress Hill the weed at Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cause I wanna get high like a plane In the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighters So I can roll it Roll It Up, Light It Up Cypress Hill the weed at Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cause I want to get high like a plane in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighters So I can roll it Let It Rain Cypress Hill Ya want me to set it Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded Let it rain And jackin' out fire What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher Now it's on Ain't gettin' domed Buckin' all these Get It Anyway Cypress Hill stop, gotta eat, always on the paper-chase Dedicated, they won't give it, but I get it anyway (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say I'm-a get it anyway I'm-a get it anyway (I get it anyway) It Ain't Easy Cypress Hill away You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it Don't walk through life with your blinders Hits From The Bong (T-Ray's Mix) Cypress Hill Take it, pack it, fire it up , come along and take your hit from the bong Put the pipe down just for a second Don′t get me wrong its not a new method Inhale..exhale..just got a ounce in the mail I Can I Get A Hit Cypress Hill Handle it, handle it You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete True, true You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs Hits From The Bong Cypress Hill Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second, Bong Hit Cypress Hill Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong Put the blunt down just for a second Don′t High Times Cypress Hill strung, back in '81 Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel Sellin joints to the honeys suck it Another Victory Cypress Hill while you motherfuckers fail, what You understand, immitators gotta bail up To all the males and females gangin' up All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up I gotta show you how a nigga bang it When The Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix) Cypress Hill Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up Come along and take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill on, no one's reala', Get'cha fix of the uncut funk, A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be, Move it up, just move it on out, What'cha talkin'bout son, I got the first shot, and it's Till Death Do Us Part Cypress Hill I kept you by me, but when we seperated I was thinkin foolishly Remember when your Ex-Boy tried to bug on me I told to bring it on and (?) I Remember That Freak Bitch Cypress Hill [B Real] I remember that freak bitch up in the clubs The Victoria's Secret she give love No matter which way you keep it You'll get shoved out the picture now peep it (You get the gloves bitch!) The Funky Cypress Hill Shit Cypress Hill [B-Real] I came to introduce a new type of juice Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose No you don't drink it, just let it sink it Then start feelin it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!) From The Window Of My Room Cypress Hill [B-Real] Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear While others keep it inside It Ain\'t Nothin\' (feat. Young De) Cypress Hill Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs? Intellectual Dons Cypress Hill Run these avenues buckwild with crews now who is it? Throw Your Set In The Air Cypress Hill a warrior Down for ya neighborhood Workin up to a G with the flava Criminal behavior, on ya mind When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time Throw ya set in the air, and wave it Everybody Must Get Stoned Cypress Hill [Verse 1] Hit the joint, up the bomb, take a puff Till you just can't get enough Of the sunk a punk Pick an endo, wanna take control But the primaso puff on the endo (keep puffin') Let me take it Strictly Hip Hop Cypress Hill [B-Real]: I neva rapped on an R&B 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 Stricktry Hip Hop Cypress Hill I never rapped on an R&B 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 Highlife Cypress Hill You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day So you can walk down the long platinum hallway Light Another Cypress Hill hooda Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard Dwellin your cells up, lungs start to swell up Your pipe's gettin crowded, yo just forget about it Spark Another Owl Cypress Hill [B-Real]: Who be the ones steppin' in the room, Everybody welcome to the temple of boom, Back, let me see ya fat indo sack, And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it, Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do