[Intro: B-Real]. I think I'm goin' crazy. . [Chorus: B-Real & Brevi]. I think I'm goin' crazy, losin' my mind. I see elephants all of the time, I'm goin' loco.
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(Intro: Barron Ricks). That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?. Green horn in a cadle style motherf**ker. . (Barron Ricks). Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress.
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Handle it, handle it. You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete. True, true. You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed.
Sen Dog:. . Ya está dicho, está hecho en la sangre. de todos los criminales. del grupo de Cypress Hill. ¡pa' que sepan! Estamos en tu cara otra vez. y no nos vamos a ir en tu?.
I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken. Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'. Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'. With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon.
[B-Real]. On the high seas, it's the pirate. With the musket. At'cha head, and I'll fire it. "It's the return of the Red Beard!". And Polly don't want a cracka'.
I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken. Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'. Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'. With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon.
Zeus:) Make certain that no stone stands. That no creature crawls. I command you to let lose the last of the Titans. . It's time to strike!. . (B-Real).
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I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me. Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily. Enemies wanted to face off, grip the fingers threaten me.
[sen dog]. bout to mash these niggaz man. don't come in my backyard motherfucker. hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!. ha! yeah. Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog.
(B-Real). I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me. Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily. Enemies wanted to face off, grip the fingers threaten me.
(Intro: *bell ringing*). Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This is your main event of the evening. . (PMD). Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one time.
Call me the serial rhyme killer. Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga. Your head is dangling off of your shoulders. 'Cause my mic told me to do it, 'cause you wasn't a true soldier.
B-Real. I slay punks who don't know their own identity. You spit my name and use it like an obscenity. You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy.
Motherfucker with one little single. Three or four Caimans under your belt. One good game gonna put you in the Hall of Fame motherfucker, nahmean?. Got one hit think you an all star baby.
I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker. A lost soul, outta control in danger. Didn't have a care in the world, my feeling were numb. Never showing emotion, it's easy for some.
[B-Real]. Watch me attack the brain with dope lyrics. The broadcast worldwide don't can't you hear it. Everywhere you look around nothin' but soldiers.