Lights off, shit comin' at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress Hill
You know southern California be home of the highest
Between the Hill and Kottonmouth, we smoking nothing but the finest
The weed incredible, we unstoppable teams
We down with Cypress like how essays be down with 13s
Never punk rice 'cuz they simply below us
Dont mess around with street vendors, strictly go to the growers
And everybody who know us, we get outta space high
Be like, bye bitty, bye biddy, biddy, bye, bye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown, riding sundown
Slide us out the front, I'll get you high, wont come down
Catch a contact, homie, watch as I take hits
Show me who you know that take nigga vap hits
Everybody grows, let me know if you need some
Tell me what you want, you can call Dr. Green thumb
Put the blunt down if I'm wrong, well, homie, then I'm stoned
Thats what happens when you hit the fuckin' bong well
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
Yall mothafuckers, know the deal
It's Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress Hill
Gotta sip that bud, yall know what's up
It's D double dash, dont give a fuck
Got a kush wrapped up and I gotta kill
Dont act tough or you will get real
Nickel bags dont, be slick
I'm feelin' kinda good, I got an itch
It's time for your mind
Here I go with my rhyme
I'm gonna get him from the front
You can get him from behind
Sen Dog gonna be real
Puttin' it down for tha krown
Got the people shook up
Off the smoke from the pounds
Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell
Maybe we can lace another load, make the song sell
Let me roll this hash leaf kush in the middle, son
If you never puttin' then we rollin' you a little one
Dude, put the brownie down, you fuckin' light weight
We smoking after 21, just searchin' for the right date
High, get you hammered in a second, son
Take a fuckin' hit and get in line for the second one
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
So now you know, you better stop
All you busts, better hit the back door
We ain't frontin', thats what it's all about
Somebody put this gun up in his mouth
Welcome to the West Coast, where the real tokers stay
They should rename this the Cannabis State
(Cannabis State)
We can't relate if you ain't from the area
We got the one hitter quitter thatll bury ya
It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise
Hydro, criptnotic, super sonic, madocnize
You wake up and you still feelin' groggy, yeah
Heads foggy like cereal thats soggy, yeah
You pack a bowl, but you can't find your lighter still
somebody call Cypress Hill
Sen Dog, you got some fire for a brother, man?
"I got some fire but your lighters still up in your hand
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
Hit em with a sick shit, just like the misfits
Kottonmouth and Cypress Hill, always kick the dope shit
Down with Daddy X, D-Loc and Johnny Richter
Southern Cali most high, do ya get the picture?
We dont stop, we just keep on thumping
home boy ain't lackin' nothing
From the streets of all the way to the O.C.
Any way around the world we smoke the dope weed
We got what it takes, cush, bud, hash, cakes
Smoke filled room when the hits take place
I becoming mad, stoned on the phone with Tommy Chong
Beatin' on my chest, mad dog, King Kong
Here's another verse from the dirt that came first
We comin' at ya hard from the ghetto to the surf
I be putting in work, so just stay up off my turf
Or I'll have your homeboys straight callin' for a hurst