[Verse 1: B-Real]
Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (k** 'em B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A sk** to k** at will, but awfully dumb of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio cut
He needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go ohh
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Interlude: Sen Dog]
All these motherf**ers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This sh** is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!
[Verse 2: B-Real]
This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
Was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
Of a minor league team, bro
Off of 47, swung a load of eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a b**h and went to heaven
Weak ducks, duckin' and buckin'
Sayin' f** it, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk sh**
s**ers, you're nuttin', frontin' like a jock choker
Crack smoker, can we adjust a toker
Oh, now you can't see I'm real great?
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[Interlude: Sen Dog]
Heh heh heh, another soft p**y motherf**er
Another fly verse
Straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real
Yeah.. get funky, Real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill
[Verse 3: B-Real]
You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-be-ployment
I won't 'cause yo I got a lot of what I got ya
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
Everything you know, still you can't do no
Damage or duel though hey yo, 'cause I'm uno
The Real is the B-est, sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real ski-est
I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoked, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic
Oh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Interlude: Sen Dog]
Yo I told you to keep down brother
The motherf**ers just don't learn nothin G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin back to the old school
So they keep goin out
Cause they're just not Real
Ha yeah that's right fool
[Verse 4: B-Real]
Yes the master pa**, kick your a**
And feel combustion, for the dope blast
Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress unit
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Interlude: Sen Dog]
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate