Cypress Hill, Redman & EPMD - Throw Your Hands In The

Intro: Sen Dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up... ...so get it on kid! Verse One: Erick Sermon Fresh is the word when I display my rappin forte Quicker done than O.J. hey I freaks my shit E the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time? And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill Huh, I go on with my bad self I’m the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I’m wicked like three sixes I’m doper than the Pete Rock remixes Never walk through the crowd sluggish I’m hardcore to the Bone, I’m Thuggish Ruggish The Green-Eyed, Bandit, I be ERRRICK SERRRMON I gets real determined And one for the trouble, and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace And if you don’t know, y’all better recognize I’m coming through with speed, with pounds of weed Verse Two: B-Real Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo I’m representin the Hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel So who wants to be the first nigga to die? Then try and test this, buddha blessed Gemini You get thrown sent home in a coffin Punk stuff don’t make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin Bustin open the doors to the temple Takin you to the dark side of your mental Chorus: B-Real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Chorus Verse Three: Redman Verse Three: Redman I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy Finger up on the pen, be like “He the bomb, dicky!“