B-Real - Stoned Raiders lyrics

[Intro] Guilty... before Almighty God Guilty... before His Son Guilty, before the whole human race It's the Lord who expels you... He who is coming to Judge you... It is the Lord who is coming to judge both the living, and the dead God himself who commends you... [B-Real]: 1 for trouble, 8 for the road 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard Up and down the blvd., I'm a natrual-born cap-peela', strapped illa I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala' Get'cha fix of the uncut funk A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be Move it up, just move it on out What'cha talkin'bout son I got the first shot, and it's all over now One nation under a groove Smoke a pound for the strict of it Everytime I make a move Smooth and togetha Raw like leatha Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove [B-Real]: It's the numba one money maker Money takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica,(Am I) Puffin' a fat wada, talk sh** For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff sh** Hard rock bone breaka Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom Assurt to a**ume Never be lettin' sh** slide, no way b**h n***as can hide But, I'll find they a** some day Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Wherever you are, put'cha muthaf**in' spliff in the air, Sound off, like you gotta pair, When I kick to the metro Lone clip, be lookin' around Cause this sh** ain't over with yet People can't understand my situation, Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination Fool, just take cover, it's all over When I break ya off a chunk of this muthaf**a Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove