Cypress Hill - Hit ’Em lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Hit ’Em lyrics]
Yeah
You're in the presence
Of the realest essence
I've been serving lessons
Since the days of my adolescence
On the Cypress block
Young buck holding a Glock
Like we knew it all, not afraid to do it all
Matter of fact
I look back and do it all
I could remember the haters say
"The game'll ruin y'all"
What's that to me?
Don't give a fuck about a hater
Let 'em roll up like the weed
In my paper
They call mе Big Dog
Riding with the hillbilly
Cuban stallion with the lit Phillie
Rеally became
A boss many years back
When I'm gone, hear me
Bitches, hold your tears back
We put the bang in bangin'
Produce the dope we slangin'
You nutless motherfuckers got
No chance of hangin'
It's heads or tails when
You're flipping the quarter
We ain't slowing down
We're crashing through the border
"Time, one, one time"
"One, one time"
"One, one, one time"
So let the rhythm hit 'em
Just let the rhythm hit 'em
'Cause when you feel it in your soul
It's the sound system
Now turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up
We never turn it down
Universal sound
When we smoke a pound
Take a look around
When we touch a town
Out the way, stompin'
In my big black J's
Corny motherfuckers
Get stuck in the maze
We never sucker fools
Had enough of you
False friends and loose ends
Make me wanna snuff a fool
Fuck that
We got another world tour
Touching every shore
From Cali to Singapore
Every day I'm seeing more
Motherfuckers in the temple
As we rock uptempo instrumentals
I saw my dream in a dream
Then I woke up
Put the Dream Team together
Now we smoke up
"One, one, one, one, one, one time"
"One, one time"
So let the rhythm hit 'em
Just let the rhythm hit 'em
'Cause when you feel it in your soul
It's the sound system
Now turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up
You're in the presence
Of the realest essence
I've been serving lessons
Since the days of my adolescence
On the Cypress block
Young buck holding a Glock
Like we knew it all, not afraid to do it all
Matter of fact
I look back and do it all
I could remember the haters say
"The game'll ruin y'all"
What's that to me?
Don't give a fuck about a hater
Let 'em roll up like the weed
In my paper
They call mе Big Dog
Riding with the hillbilly
Cuban stallion with the lit Phillie
Rеally became
A boss many years back
When I'm gone, hear me
Bitches, hold your tears back
We put the bang in bangin'
Produce the dope we slangin'
You nutless motherfuckers got
No chance of hangin'
It's heads or tails when
You're flipping the quarter
We ain't slowing down
We're crashing through the border
"Time, one, one time"
"One, one time"
"One, one, one time"
So let the rhythm hit 'em
Just let the rhythm hit 'em
'Cause when you feel it in your soul
It's the sound system
Now turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up
We never turn it down
Universal sound
When we smoke a pound
Take a look around
When we touch a town
Out the way, stompin'
In my big black J's
Corny motherfuckers
Get stuck in the maze
We never sucker fools
Had enough of you
False friends and loose ends
Make me wanna snuff a fool
Fuck that
We got another world tour
Touching every shore
From Cali to Singapore
Every day I'm seeing more
Motherfuckers in the temple
As we rock uptempo instrumentals
I saw my dream in a dream
Then I woke up
Put the Dream Team together
Now we smoke up
"One, one, one, one, one, one time"
"One, one time"
So let the rhythm hit 'em
Just let the rhythm hit 'em
'Cause when you feel it in your soul
It's the sound system
Now turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up, up, a little louder
Turn it up