Strictly Hip Hop Cypress Hill

[Intro: DJ Muggs]
Yeah…
Funky…
Come on…
Busy…
Yeah, yeah this one goes out to all you “real” emcees
Rappin’ on R&B records and shit
Talkin’ ‘bout keeping real hip-hop alive
And… and to all you Cindy Crawford ass motherfuckers
Doin’ fashion ads, wantin’ to be models
Talking bout keeping it real
What’s goin’ on
And a couple years ago, everybody talking bout doin Sprite commercials and shit
That motherfucker sold out, that motherfucker sold out and shit
All the real niggas is doin’ sprite commercials now
What niggas need money that motherfuckin bad or what
I ain't goin out

[Verse 1: B-Real]
I never rapped on an R&B record, and I never will
I got these phoney motherfuckers, talk about lets keep it real
But they don't know how to take they own advisement
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion
Get the hell out
I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures
And I never took another fuckin' MC's shit
And made it my first single, for a hit
Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dick, when I lick a shot off
I'm gonna, and all of it
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry
Sellin' out for the fame
I just sit back and watch these fools with their gimmicks
Go down in flames , in the big game