Real Estate (instrumental) Cypress Hill

You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor

See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin' off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower

Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'cause who needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about BOO-YAA 'cause I said step off!

This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this

Was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
Of a minor league team
All for 47, swung ? eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven