Cypress Hill F- Pearl Jam Real Thing Lyrics

Real Thing Lyrics

Verse One:

 

 It's time I came to get mine

 Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine

 Why do the pigs come

 Bring your ass on

 Cross the line so I can get the blast on

 Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side

 So don't even tempt me

 Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with

 the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel

 Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute

 to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now

 Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl

 Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw

 the towel in

 I'm not doing the ill thing

 Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing

 

 Verse Two:

 

 GIve me a taste off open a place and a black nine

 by the wate line

 Never know when someone will test ya

 Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya

 I'm the big hum that became the attack

 Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker

 That I won't do anything for the looper

 When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop

 

 Click click bang bang

 Cuz it ain't no thang when I hang with Stone

 And I kick that funky slang

 You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing

 Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing