Armed And Dangerous - Cypress Hill

Ready?

set, go!

I’m ready to run

Steady we get though, under the sun

About to let go, show me respect though

It’s gon' be a fat joint.

— Soul — in your mental

We came from the bottom and rose to the top

Like the cream in your coffee — burning hot

Climbing the Billboard for the number one spot

King of the block — stop for a second to watch

Look and learn and loose your knot

No more bottles to pop, no birds in the drop

But — we still rollin'!

(we still rollin'!) — Pocket’s swollen.

(pockets

swollen!)

We’re locked and loaded, then the scene exploded

We solid as ever on any endeavour

Cypress Hill forever, doesn’t get any better!

We — came and saw.

— And conquered it all

We’re hungry for more like the kids in Darfur

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us

I’m the dog and I’m undisputed and you’ve been recruited

I’m the general that your boy saluted

Give you a minute to see how we do it

You’ve never seen such finesse cause you’re so polluted

I’m the king in this area hombre

Knocked 'em out the park when I’m standing on home plate.

(c'mon!)

So many years of blood sweat and tears

Without me the dogs stay switching the gears

But I’m still the same man from back in the day

And I’m still gettin' luck from Africa to L. A

.Jake One hit play;

burst started to sway

Every time I leave the city fools want me to stay

'Cause they stay loyal, so it’s harder to go

And like the lights.

— I got’s to grow

That means I’ll roll (I'll roll!) but I’ll return later

Give props to my peop (le), and buckshots to haters (buck, buck)

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us

Raise your hands in the air like you’re supposed to

And everybody scream like you’re on a rollercoaster

We’re down — with the Costra Nostra

We smashing!

— We sick jackin' and the Soul Assassins

The Hip-hop culture — we fuck you both

Just as you caught in the rapture.

— All I hear is laughter

In a year’s time some of you punks, won’t matter!

Let’s see — if you can hang if you can climb the ladder

You ain’t a rapper, you’re a fucking joke

A one-shock hack on a track, get your pass revoked

I got keys to the city and we locking you out

We come hard for the paint and I’m blocking you out

So run for the hills and hide in the can

We just put the mic down and be that fan

With your petty hands outside the lobby

I’m a pro, get my signature, this ain’t no hobby

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us