Cisco Kid Lyrics - War

We gonna get you high (*whispered in background 6 times*) 

Let's get high (*whispered in background 2 times*) 

(B-Real) 

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest 

Think you got endo, hold your breath 

Spittin on the track with Red and Meth 

Holdin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette 

Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's 

Spread it on the arm, come on believe me 

Look who it is, it's the funky feel 

Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill 

We think she's just resonated? 

Fillin my brain till it's saturated 

When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it 

Give it to the hoes who love to hate it 

Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways 

I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze 

Chillin at the rainbow high and faded 

You saving that bump(?), then isolate it 

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(Method Man) 

Is there a Doctor in the house? 

We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth 

Lemme show you what a thug about 

We can talk or we can slug it out 

Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out 

There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his 

Time to settle this, like men 

I'm pipin hot, exciting 

Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then 

All day I drink and smoke 

Shell toe with ankles in ya both 

Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar 

Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter 

Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke 

Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow 

Bang the track, bring your bat 

Ain't too many that can hang with that 

So why bother 

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(Chorus) 

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine 

Hell yea 

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine 

Hell yea 

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine 

Hell yea 

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine 

Hell yea 

(Cypress Hill) 

Yea, send all, and fall back 

And who wrote on this track 

I don't really give a fuck 

Put the pen down lets toss them up 

Soul assassins, Latin thugs 

Whole damn world know about us 

Rhymes we kick and weed we pour 

Get tus vatos all fucked up 

And sing along to my get high song 

Had you choking off of four foot bong 

Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong 

Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong 

(Redman) 

Yo, call me that Doctor 

P-Funk or chronic blower 

Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker 

Hash burns in your pull out sofa 

This is my brain on drugs 

Move out my way 'cause, cause I might run you over 

Bitches bounce your titties 

I bounce with a pump shotgun 

Look out, the highest man in the world 

Walkin off with my hand on your girl 

Can't drink and can't stand in the world 

Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L 

What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party 

Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge 

Don't shoot nobody 

What you ain't high enough? 

Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up? 

Strap a bomb to your mouth 

Till you wired up 

Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck 

And said? Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on? 

I said? Hey motherfucker, why do you want some? 

Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight 

Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light 

Don't no nigga want to die tonight 

With all this weed, get high tonight. BITCH! 

Chorus 2 times