Strike The Match Cypress Hill (Ft. Tom Morello)

[Verse 1]
I'm loaded like a shotgun
Got one under my coat
It’s late night no stage fright
I'm going for broke
While I'm hittin’ my smoke
I'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard
Hit em fast
Get away it's all she wrote
It's a heartbreaking habit
When you gotta have it
You grab it
Stare at an album
So good at it
Certified
Good magic
Look at it
In your face
Money's gone
So am I so long
But now my hustle's changed
No more stickin' you up
I’ve got some weed I know that for sure it can lift you up
Just spark it up
I gotta dime or a twenty sack
All sales are final
Don’t ask for your money back
Don't even look at the money sack
It’s funny that
It still wasn't enough
I like still searchin' for honey flack
No I'm servin’ the boulders
Looking over my shoulders
Every step that I take
A rock might knock me over