Hill Cypress Real Thing Lyrics

Real Thing Lyrics

Featuring Pearl Jam]  

 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