Lick a Shot - Cypress Hill

Oh yeah it is!

Colour is not important.

Lick a shot!

Oh!

Comin’at ya Fire!

Zippedy do da, zippedy hey

Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK

And get on the way

On a mission, puffin’on a fat ass jay

Prude!

You can’t hang

Flash back on the skills when I used to bang

On the corner

I’ll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool

Hit ya with a golden rule

Don’t turn your back on the street

When I hit that corner, feel the concrete

If ya push that by like nothin'

Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden

Blastin’at these fools with a passion

Look at the Glock when it’s time for some action

Let the gatt hummm

Lick a shot!

So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm

Lick a shot!

So I let the gatt hummm

Sunday morning

Wake up it’s stormin'

Raindrops fallin’on my head it’s pourin'

Cats an’dogs

Pigs in a wagon

Lookin’for the Afro — one that’s saggin'

Scooby-Doo

An’fucked down too

Ploy me Don’t let your punk ass try me Gonna take more

Then you better call your backup team

And wait for the crew

I’m the one flippin'

Keepin’the clip

On my hip an'

Just watch your back if you’re slippin'

Oooo

Where did that .22

Come from

When the bullet past through my lung

I’ve lost my breath I’m winded

I’ve been hit, by a slug that wasn’t intended

I hear thunder

I wonder

If a nigga like me’s goin’under

Take a number!

Let the gatt hummm

Lick a shot!

So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm

Lick a shot!

So I let the gatt hummm

Had a bad dream

Woke up in a casket

Now I can’t even get back at the bastard

Bull-shit!

This pine box

Ain’t strong enough to contain the Afro Marx

Critical bell rings

Snapped out the dream

What the fuck’s up with the funny red beam

Pointin’at me I got no strap G What now: gotta duck, they’re gonna gatt me Bam, I feel numb

Where did the shotgun blast come from

Let the gatt hummm

Lick a shot!

So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm

Lick a shot!

So I let the gatt hummm