Cypress Hill - Can U Handle This lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Can U Handle This lyrics]
That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle style motherfker
(Barron Ricks) oh shit
My styles' progress like hot sex
Upon a firm matress
But limit the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac
VS'll be puffin' the don-deago
Macanoodle, out armadayo
(B-Real) yayo, up, ready to sell and bail
We niggas afrail
(Post dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)
I'm the hill figure
Deliver your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin'
(how you) , how you livin' (how you)
How you breathin'
(Barron Ricks) whatever's clever
Fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump
Ready to dump
So yo we gettin' dum-de-de dum dum dum
(B-Real) dum-de-de dum
When they hearin' the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up
Go make a move
(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be
Sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it
Pass it to the margin
If you want it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva
Fkin' freak of shit
(B-Real)
Motherfkers refuse to loose my whole crew
Don't get it confused
Don't light a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass
Or feel the blast of the shot glass
Full of jack and smokin' hash
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It
Be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this
Y'all can't fk with this (B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill
You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel
The whole steel
Everybody put their blunts up in the sky
Cause everybody's sparkin' the dutches
And gettin' high
(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit
Got that method yo, what y'all infected
We crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our restitution's
That means our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, what the FK!
(B-Real) i'm an addict
Addicted to static and bad habit's
Bringin' the magic
Opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle
The gat'll be your friend
It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow
(Barron Ricks)
Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational
Rap new recruitin'
Dirty denim, timb boots, hummin'
Gunnin' for his competition listen yo
We all be on that trivial don't change shit
Lame shit
Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit
(B-Real)
No competition can handle the whole mission
Bitches are wishin' me on but
They won't last long
Family ties are fly, do you do or die
You try to escape
All the visions up in your mind
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It
Be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this
Y'all can't fk with this
Green horn in a cadle style motherfker
(Barron Ricks) oh shit
My styles' progress like hot sex
Upon a firm matress
But limit the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac
VS'll be puffin' the don-deago
Macanoodle, out armadayo
(B-Real) yayo, up, ready to sell and bail
We niggas afrail
(Post dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)
I'm the hill figure
Deliver your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin'
(how you) , how you livin' (how you)
How you breathin'
(Barron Ricks) whatever's clever
Fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump
Ready to dump
So yo we gettin' dum-de-de dum dum dum
(B-Real) dum-de-de dum
When they hearin' the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up
Go make a move
(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be
Sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it
Pass it to the margin
If you want it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva
Fkin' freak of shit
(B-Real)
Motherfkers refuse to loose my whole crew
Don't get it confused
Don't light a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass
Or feel the blast of the shot glass
Full of jack and smokin' hash
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It
Be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this
Y'all can't fk with this (B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill
You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel
The whole steel
Everybody put their blunts up in the sky
Cause everybody's sparkin' the dutches
And gettin' high
(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit
Got that method yo, what y'all infected
We crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our restitution's
That means our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, what the FK!
(B-Real) i'm an addict
Addicted to static and bad habit's
Bringin' the magic
Opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle
The gat'll be your friend
It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow
(Barron Ricks)
Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational
Rap new recruitin'
Dirty denim, timb boots, hummin'
Gunnin' for his competition listen yo
We all be on that trivial don't change shit
Lame shit
Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit
(B-Real)
No competition can handle the whole mission
Bitches are wishin' me on but
They won't last long
Family ties are fly, do you do or die
You try to escape
All the visions up in your mind
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It
Be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They
Can't fkin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this
Y'all can't fk with this