Throw Your Hands in the Air Cypress Hill (Ft. Erick Sermon, MC Eiht & Redman)

[Intro: Barron Ricks]
Yeah
Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint
Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up
So get it on kid!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Fresh is the word, when I display
My rappin forte quicker done than O.J.,
Hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya
Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time?
And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on with my bad self
I'm the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker
Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes
I'm doper than the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
I'm hardcore to the Bone, I'm Thuggish Ruggish
The Green-Eyed, Bandit, I be Erick Sermon
I gets real determined
And one for the trouble, and two for the bass
I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace
And if you don't know, y'all better recognize
I'm coming through with speed, with pounds of weed