Lyrics Cisco Kid - Method Man , Redman
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We
gonna
get
you
high
(*whispered
in
background
6 times*)
Let′s
get
high
(*whispered
in
background
2 times*)
(B-Real)
I
flow
rhymes
off
just
like
weed
in
your
chest
Think
you
got
endo,
hold
your
breath
Spittin
on
the
track
with
Red
and
Meth
Holdin
up
a
fat,
when
you
smoke
a
cassette
Or
CDs,
we
bees
the
ones
with
the
Ouija's
Spread
it
on
the
arm,
come
on
believe
me
Look
who
it
is,
it′s
the
funky
feel
Smokin
assassin
from
Cypress
Hill
We
think
she's
just
resonated?
Fillin
my
brain
till
it's
saturated
When
you
get
the
crushed
weed
and
cultivate
it
Give
it
to
the
hoes
who
love
to
hate
it
Cause
blunts
get
filled
like
Hershey
Highways
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
who
sits
where
I
blaze
Chillin
at
the
rainbow
high
and
faded
You
saving
that
bump(?),
then
isolate
it
(Method
Man)
Is
there
a
Doctor
in
the
house?
We
like
fuck
that,
nut
sacks
in
your
mouth
Lemme
show
you
what
a
thug
about
We
can
talk
or
we
can
slug
it
out
Better
yet,
you
can
bark
like
a
bitch
when
I
thug
it
out
There
it
is,
a
better
a
kid,
ahead
of
his
Time
to
settle
this,
like
men
I′m
pipin
hot,
exciting
Right
in
the
gym
or
hype
in
them,
alright
then
All
day
I
drink
and
smoke
Shell
toe
with
ankles
in
ya
both
Cent,
five
cents,
ten
cents,
dollar
Rocwilder
blend
the
track
and
getting
hotter
Ask
your
boy,
now
pass
your
boy
something
to
smoke
Cause
you
have
had
nothing
to
throat,
swallow
Bang
the
track,
bring
your
bat
Ain't
too
many
that
can
hang
with
that
So
why
bother
(Chorus)
Cisco
Kid
was
a
friend
of
mine
Hell
yea
Cisco
Kid
was
a
friend
of
mine
Hell
yea
He
drank
whiskey,
Pancho
drank
the
wine
Hell
yea
He
drank
whiskey,
Pancho
drank
the
wine
Hell
yea
(Cypress
Hill)
Yea,
send
all,
and
fall
back
And
who
wrote
on
this
track
I
don′t
really
give
a
fuck
Put
the
pen
down
lets
toss
them
up
Soul
assasins,
Latin
thugs
Whole
damn
world
know
about
us
Rhymes
we
kick
and
weed
we
pour
Get
tus
vatos
all
fucked
up
And
sing
along
to
my
get
high
song
Had
you
choking
off
of
four
foot
bong
Cypress
Hill
and
weed,
can't
go
wrong
Keep
you
smoking
like
Cheech
and
Chong
(Redman)
Yo,
call
me
that
Doctor
P-Funk
or
chronic
blower
Pussy
smoker,
strap
toker,
back
broker
Hash
burns
in
your
pull
out
sofa
This
is
my
brain
on
drugs
Move
out
my
way
cuz,
cause
I
might
run
you
over
Bitches
bounce
your
titties
I
bounce
with
a
pump
shotgun
Look
out,
the
highest
man
in
the
world
Walkin
off
with
my
hand
on
your
girl
Can′t
drink
and
can't
stand
in
the
world
Niggas,
two
puffs
and
then
pass
me
the
L
What
you
talking
about
I′m
not
high
enough
to
start
that
party
Triple
beater
enter
the
stage
with
a
gauge
Don't
shoot
nobody
What
you
ain't
high
enough?
Do
I
gotta
jump
out
there
and
tie
you
up?
Strap
a
bomb
to
your
mouth
Till
you
wired
up
Till
the
Park
Ranger
call
the
Firetruck
And
said
"Hey
motherfucker,
what
you
be
smoking
on?"
I
said
"Hey
motherfucker,
why
do
you
want
some?"
Yo,
yo,
give
me
the
gun,
we
don′t
need
to
fight
Hold
that
blunt,
I′ll
give
you
a
light
Don't
no
nigga
want
to
die
tonight
With
all
this
weed,
get
high
tonight.
BITCH!
Chorus
2 times
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