Barron Ricks Can You Handle This Lyrics

Can You Handle This Lyrics

(Intro: Barron Ricks) 

That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what? 

Green horn in a cadle style motherfucker 



(Barron Ricks) 

Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress 

But
limit the techniques to get freak 

Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac,
VS'll be puffin' the don-deago 

Macanoodle, out armadayo 



(B-Real) 

Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail 

(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga) 

I'm the hill figure, deliver
your body to the river (uh) 

How you feelin' (how you), how you livin'
(how you), how you breathin' 



(Barron Ricks) 

Fuck it,
whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back 

Which
ever Squadron you attack yo I attack 

I got my automated Mossberg, hand
on the pump 

ready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum 



(B-Real) 

Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a
siren 

Niggas they be, barkin' and whilin' 

Thuggin' in stylin',
holdin' the dope smilin' 

Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a move




(Barron Ricks) 

Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be
sparkin' son I beg your pardon 

Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the
margin 

If you want it greedy, come and get it 

Aiyyo, we got it,
Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit 



(B-Real) 

Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused 

Don't light a fuse or get bruised 

Like a gat I'll have to bust your
ass or feel the blast of the shot glass 

full of jack and smokin' hash




(Chorus: B-Real) 

(So can you handle this) They can't
fuckin' handle this 

(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill
shit -ac