[sen dog] "(inhales) break that sh** off n***a" [b-real] Look at all the m.c.'s trying to get down But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap I'm not the one to be having that sh** All these punk n***as better bow down and submit n***as don't know how to "keep it real" Only if you n***as know the real deal f** all the bullsh**, cypress hill Comes raining on your brain Bringing the blood stains Smeared on the sidewalk, one mark dome Of the prejudice skull, hanging in my home "straight to you dome s**er So what you wanna do fool" [b-real] The big game hunter, f**ing sh** up Get your a** back down, the hill's on the cut Who'll get in the circle, let's see if you're raw Hardcore, last vato might hit the f**ing floor Glocks and ?, in them one clip For any buster who wanna flip Back ese ?, shining in your eye Soul of an a**a**in, until i die (por vida ese!) Red light visions in your dome piece Nightmares running through your head, won't cease Look at you now, broke down and done No competition can ever get none "straight flip-flop, n***a, flip-flop On your punk a** until you drop (cypress hill, coming at your grill) You're nothing but a motherf**ing time clock Cypress motherf**ing hill (f** how you feel) It ain't but another piece to the puzzle fool!"