Cypress Hill - Strike The Match lyrics

[22 seconds instrumental] [B-Real:] I'm loaded like a Shotgun. - Got one - under my coat! It's late night, no stage fright. - I'm going for broke While I'm hittin' my smoke. I'm contemplatin' how to hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast, get away; it's all she wrote! It's a heartbreaking habit, when you gotta have it You grab it! - Stare at an album, so good at it! Certified hood magic! - Look at it! Throwin' too much in your face. - And money's gone; so am I so long? But now my hustle's changed. - No more stickin' you up! I've got some weed, I know that for sure; that can pick you up! Just spark it up! I got a dime or a twenty sack! All sales are final. - Don't ask for your money back! Don't even look at the money, stack! - It's funny that It still wasn't enough, I'm like still searchin' for honey flack! No I'm servin' the boulders, looking over my shoulders! Every step that I take - a rock might knock me over! [Chorus: B-Real] Strike - the match! - Sparks - the flame! It starts - the fire that burns down the system! Hit 'em hard! Hit 'em fast! - Keep the gas on 'em! We're gonna char! - Get the dogs, go gas on 'em! [Sen Dog:] The hoodrange - a brace to be a gangster They grew up! - And blew up the rock stages! A long way from the gate, but I got Gauges! Dumb 'em out! Pullin guns out on strangers! A bunch a wild n***as, nobody can tame us! The sixteen in the clip. - One in the chamber! Drive-by's, homicide; sh**! I gotta roll a dime! Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine. And I'd like to see heads get [? ] So it's a problem? - That's how I solve 'em, there's no discussion! Go for my mind, tell it's task force, rush 'em! Until the day all I gotta say - is: "f** 'em! " [Chorus] [B-Real:] Post it on the top son! - Claw some! Makin' my way throught the jungle, and then they like I call something! [? ] hustle, the streets need To a hit single, put down b**h, [? ] bring a leader! When you're in the top spot, you better be top notch; Or not watch, the haters take pop shots! It's non-stop sh** talkin', [? ] the conflict Whoever slick talkin', I'm ready to harm him! Disarm him! - Send his a** away in a coffin My game is [? ], you don't seein' it that often! But every [? ] day I felt time slip away Like a heavy ticket on the train to an early grave! I never worried hater, that what happens, I'm okay! Reap what you sough! - And every kinda game you play Never had a handout! - Had my hustle's brand out! [? ] brand out! You wish my luck would run out! [Chorus]