Prelude To A Come Up (featuring MC Eiht) - Cypress Hill

Geeyeah Cypress Hill three times

Come on

Geeyeah

Infiltration be our daily

Operation for chasin'

Cross the seven seas eased

Clockin' much conversation

Penetration you know we gets busy

No hesitation

Greenery hand-picked

From my own plantation

Feels the heat under the sombrero

To any amigo that's tryin' to

Stop the dineros

Chills with senoritas like Charro

Get drunk off tequila lay low

Till tomorrow

Follow my flow get the cash and go

Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City

Loose lips sink ships

Faker faces got guilt

Didn't mean to call you late

I need a hideout till

Cool homey

I'll bring some f**kin' skunk

The homey smuggle me across lines

In a trunk

Just like a bird I'm free in a land

With no f**kin' extradition treaty

I'm out geyeah

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

With the crew from off the Hill

B-Really killin' the Phillie now

Can you feel me from the

Soul Assassin committee

The shitty niggaz never thrill me

You silly b**ches never respect

Neglect money

You funny or broke

Think it's a joke

Your nose is runny

Got my main man

Mr Rocho kickin' the vocals

From the Eastside

Where it's loco sellin' the poco

From the two G's

Breakin' the leaves of cheese

Makin' the bacon

You hear it sizzle got

Your hands ready for the takin'

Evading the pigs

Raiding my crib

I'm mad lib

And I wanna live

And I'm givin' the message

Droppin' the lesson

Flippin' sh*t and I'm keepin'

'Em guessin' they all stressin'

Hit the lullaby

No confession we in session

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

With the crew from off the Hill

We's beez the three amigos

Skates with nickel plates

Under the seat and we goes east coast

West coast anybody killer

Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash

Who spits the glocks like uno and dos

Makin' your body disappear like a ghost

One time's tryin' to gaffle me

Harassin' me

Tryin' to send me to the penitentiary

In the nighttime niggaz are creepin'

You f**kin' sleepin'

And the beat just keeps on seepin'

Into the street

While you peakin'

I'm meetin' and greetin' the people speakin'

And leadin' the motherf**kers

Who's seekin' to catch ruckus

Meaning you suckers

No luckers overdub us nut hug us

You love us you can't stop

These mad audio hustlers

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God

Sh*t is real on the motherf**kin'

Hill God