Prelude to a Come Up Cypress Hill (Ft. MC Eiht)

[Intro: MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin'
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin' much compensation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked from my own plantation
Feels the heat under the sombrero
To any amigo that's tryin' to stop the dineros
Chills with señoritas like Charo
Get drunk off tequila, lay low 'til tomorrow
Follow my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout 'til
Cool, homey I'll bring some fuckin' skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
With no fuckin' extradition treaty, I'm out, geeyeah

[Hook]
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"With the crew from off the Hill"