[Verse 1: Sen-Dog]
You better hope I´m chained up, shackled with a yard
I´ll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You ain´t got nothin´ to say
I been backin´ up east side LA, all day
Blowin´ up the best techs, the best flex
Havin´ the best sex, fuckin´ in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
´Cause ain´t no other Dog breakin´ the last straw

[Chorus (2x): B-Real]
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
´Cause you rollin´ with the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

[Verse 2: Sen-Dog]
I don´t bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin´, I give you three seconds
To break out before you resemblin´ a dead man
A hole through your headband
My gat´s in my right hand, my plug´s in my left hand, punk
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
Don´t anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don´t want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
I´m buckin´ at the room soon to the boom
Fuckin´ with your head like the ´shroom you consume

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
[BR] Bitches, you´re all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
[SD] We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin´ up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I´ll be back to refresh your fuckin´ memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin´ the bones while you sleepin´

[Chorus]