(feat. Method Man, Redman)



We gonna get you high [whispered in background x6]
Let's get high [whispered in background x2]


[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 $$#assin 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 $#&@ 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 $#&@ 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 (*##$ 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 $#&@
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Soul $$#asins, Latin thugs

Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
Get tus vatos all $#&@ed 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
#~!!@ 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

(*##$es bounce your !@%$
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

^!$$%s, 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 â??Hey mother$#&@er, what you be smoking on?â?

I said â??Hey mother$#&@er, why do you want some?â?
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no ^!$$% want to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight.. !#$*!


[Chorus x2]