Cypress Hill F- 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

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

 (So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this

 

 (B-Real)

 Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill

 You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel

 Everybody put their blunts up in the sky

 Cause everybody's sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high

 

 (Barron Ricks)

 At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that method

 Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions

 Me and B-Real want all our restitution's

 that means our back pays so niggas pay up

 Now, what the FUCK!!

 

 (B-Real)

 I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits

 Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic

 War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friend

 It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow

 

 (Barron Ricks)

 Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'

 dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competition

 Listen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shit

 lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit

 

 (B-Real)

 No competition can handle the whole mission

 Bitches are wishin' me on but they won't last long

 Family ties are fly, do you do or die

 You try to escape, all the visions up in your mind

 

 (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

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

 (So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this