Highlife (Fredwreck Remix) Cypress Hill (Ft. Baby S (Rap), King T & Kurupt)

[Verse 1: B-Real]
You wanna stop what I feel, block what I feel
Keep a nigga from livin' on top of the hill
All you envious, dangerous, scandalous haters
You can't fade us or eliminate us to get famous
You want the limelight (Light), so get rhyme tight (Tight)
But you want the high life overnight
Bitches, cars, jewels, cheddar
But when have you ever paid dues? I think never
It took me a few years, so lookie over here
So you could learn something and become rookie of the year
MVP, VIP, chillin' on MTV and BET
You wanna be a winner, beginner? Study your artform
I get the mic warm 'til I leave the mic torn

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
In the inkling of a second, you'll find him behind screens
Seen scope, beam, rope, rabble shifted
Hit up, bent backwards, split up, lifted
Two to the chest and his torso twisted
Gangstas is back and out there
Watchin' like eagles, nigga
Legal or illegal, you and my peoples together or not
We get high like seagulls, nigga, rollin' in Regals, nigga
See, yeah, I know you, I've seen your type before
You all bark and no bite, I've seen your type before
I'ma show you somethin' though, I keep it G
See the Chucks (Laced up), khakis (Sharp crease)
Talkin' 'bout, "Damn, nigga, you hard to find"
And actin' like I ain't gotta work hard for mine
Like shit's given to a motherfucker for free
Be independent, motherfucker, like B-Real and me
Talkin' 'bout the high life