Hit ’Em Cypress Hill

[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah

[Verse 1: B-Real]
You're in the presence of the realest essence
I've been serving lessons since the days of my adolescence
On the Cypress block, young buck holding a Glock
Like we knew it all, not afraid to do it all
Matter of fact, I look back and do it all
I could remember the haters say "The game'll ruin y'all"
What's that to me? Don't give a fuck about a hater
Let 'em roll up like the weed in my paper

[Verse 2: Sen Dog]
They call mе Big Dog riding with the hillbilly
Cuban stallion with the lit Phillie
Rеally became a boss many years back
When I'm gone, hear me, bitches, hold your tears back
We put the bang in bangin', produce the dope we slangin'
You nutless motherfuckers got no chance of hangin'
It's heads or tails when you're flipping the quarter
We ain't slowing down, we're crashing through the border

[Chorus: B-Real with Sen Dog]
"Time, one—, one time"
"One—, one time"
"One—, one—, one time"
So let the rhythm hit 'em, just let the rhythm hit 'em
'Cause when you feel it in your soul, it's the sound system
Now turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up