Bang Out The Alchemist (Ft. B-Real)

[Intro: DJ Muggs]
Yo, this DJ Muggs, I’m out of Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins
This my little homie, Alchemist, holding it down
1st Infantry in the place
Live and direct, L.A. flavor, homie

[Verse 1: B-Real]
My life is stranger than most, bet you couldn’t represent
Just step back, let that cross or get bent back
Hush, nigga, you talk too much
You can get touched with the scope of my pen, your brains mush
Talk loud all you want, I’ll crush you faggot niggas
Best to pass the dutch or we’ll be toe-taggin’ niggas
We roll thick with bricks, flip scripts, connect clips
Stock whips, I run the chance and take old grips

[Chorus: B-Real]
We eating food in the hood with the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up (Bang out)
Thug niggas, they getting money, y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show up (Bang out), it’s running out (Bang out)

[Verse 2: B-Real]
No cash, we tokin’ grass and talk fast
We clash with the principal so we can all last
You too wack, you’ll get smashed, get cast as weak
Gassed up, shut up, let the master speak
With the freaks in the clubs and the ballers with the bubbs
And them boys with the blunts, rollin’ bud, sippin’ suss
Spit skunk, no dust, with the massive thugs
Give a pound and hug and all my family love
I film shit with the cam’, I know ya feelin’ like jam slam
Bitch, I’m [?] for words, get banned, stand-
Up on your bone, two fucks if I don’t know you
Here we are I gotta, hot chrome the throne