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
Hmm, hmm, pardon me but like 1-2
You slept but take a peep
Yes, the maddog's creepin'
Workin' muthafuckas that's sleepin'
Suckers only know I bust jaws
Or come out to brawl
To drop them niggas 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 shit
So get the fuck on as I drop bombs of warfare
Fuckin' your girlie 'cause I don't care
Much for that ass as I pass them
I collect and wreck niggas
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)
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 shit
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
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
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 shit
(Dumb shit)
Dumb shit that 'homes, where you from' shit
'Cause I run shit my way all day
Don't play, cause it won't pay
Niggas 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
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' shit
You're still like I don't know
Is he really hype? Is he my girlie's type?
Is he the kinda muthafucka that can really write?
Am I on his tip? Damn, I musta slipped
'Cause I even brought my girl, I must be on his dick
You're damn right, gee, you got a double ticket
She copped one of my shirts 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 niggaroe
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
Not just a punk from the streeet
Can get deep to a flow and go for broke
'Cause I break niggas in half and laugh
In their fuckin' face
Not knowin' how hard the Latin Lord can get
I pack a cuente just in case niggas wanna strip
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
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 shit, so fuck 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 shit like
You know, I would go like, well, ahm
Well, here's my step to ya, my gettin' next to ya
Cocky son of a bitch
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-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
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 fuck out
Mellow Man Ace
Cypress Hill