Barron ricks lyrics audio x lyrics

"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!" 

(Blast off!) 



[B-Real] 

Come inside, hello everybody, welcome 

Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down 

Cause we warring 

All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line 

If anybody wanna get away hey 

I'll find your fuckin ass in due time 

Run and seek shelter but you never will escape 

Flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait 

to get your fuckin ass away 

But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this musrhroom cloud 

But you never wanna realize that I'm planted 

in your mind now 

Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound 

Let another motherfucker run up 

and I'll put your ass down (down) 

Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star 

Quick look around, you can't hide 

You just might die right where you are 



Chorus: B-Real 



AUDIO X...We gonna your blow your head up (up) 

Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up 

Give me any record and I'll flip it any style 

Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the shit loud 



[Barron Ricks] 

Aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch 

With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch 

Bustin guns, lay back in the cut 

Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the green 

Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem 

From the streets where life ain't cheap 

Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you askin, "Who dat rappin?" 

We get all up inside your grill, with the skill 

Shoot to kill when it's time for action 

See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie 

Better kiss that black ass goodbye 

when you try to play these wiseguys 

So