Cypress Hill - Another Victory (clean edit) lyrics

Get ready motherf**ers! You can't f** with the (spanish) Please no interruptions Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun Like my rag top six-five Smash you with the switches The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches Why you runnin like b**hes With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what You want this joint, s** it inhale nut n***as are feelin' this track in Braile, huh We're grade A while you motherf**ers fail, what You understand, immitators gotta bail up To all the males and females gangin' up All on my cell phone talkin' sh**, hangin' up I gotta show you how a n***a bang it up Slangin' cuts (Chorus:) Your squad against mine You're minor leagues with major Detail the plans like verse Hit hard, catch you off guard Another Victory I slay rappers with precision I got vision like Anakin You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin My high lyrics constantly brain damagin' Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin' Hurt n***as, bandagin' who give my lyrics That play like a mandalin I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' I k** flows on tracks who abandonin' I eat you like p**y, then take a sample Then spit fire in the places you standin' in I take a fool to the Hill Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin' Now I see your whole brain's scramblin' Don't like what you hear, change the channel then n***a (Chorus) Your squad against mine You're minor leagues with major Detail the plans like verse Hit hard, catch you off guard Another Victory I spark cells of a rhythm You best listen, get it over with Stolen sh**, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it Bitin' n***as clonin it I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it s** it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it The weed master, rhyme k**er, mic controllin' it You still f**in' but your wack, ain't throwin' it Stepped in sh**, now your chillin' all alone in it Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it Five child in the world who's ropin' it Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' sh** I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on sh** I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, b**h (Chorus) Your squad against mine You're minor leagues with major Detail the plans like verse Hit hard, catch you off guard Another Victory