Cypress Hill, Demrick - It Ain't Nothin' lyrics

This is the story of Cypress Hill

I used to carry a Glock on the waist line
Man I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line
You'll never taste mine see me on the screen
Fuckers beggin' for face time
Get your own tape
But don't bother to chase mine
I got a block, man, we havin' a great time
You couldn't fill the shoes
Anytime that I laced mine light up the stage
For the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you get more by the K-9
Homies on the yard never walk
In the main line
The manes find that they can
Never be in the game i'm lettin' off rounds
Hittin' blunts at the same time
Pick a crew homie you a neon to save time
Bitches like you always spittin'
The same rhymes we put you all to shame
You never went through the same grind
Put you in the bind the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up

Git it you gotta get your straps up
Git it you gotta get your stash up
Git it you gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up

I'm right here on the block
When it's time to ride out
You know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site
When it goes down me and my homies
We always holdin' the fort down
Come up in our town and
Your pissin' a fourth now
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of Jack
2 fifth's in the back and
Everyone I'm with's strapped
What ever happened
To chin checkin' and wreckin' fools
Try disrespecting me
My Smith & Wesson is endin' you
And I ain't changed since back in the day
Get your shit split quick if
You get in my face
You wanna run with the dog
Better stay in your place
Cuss your little ass name
Don't hold no weight
And your little ass safe
Couldn't hold my cake
Get your asks denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one
More thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake
I'mma send you to your grave
You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up

Git it you gotta get your straps up
Git it you gotta get your stash up
Git it you gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up

Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor
For you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who
Try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun busta so don't
Ever try to rush us
Can't nobody touch us that
Don't leave on crutches or worse
Get a ride in a Hearse
With their bodies covered
It's gunna be a cold summer
As soon as the hilt drops
ALL bullshit WILL STOP

A couple scums in the street
We don't care what you Bustas think
It might sink in sometime but, I won't blink
We go against everything smoke all the green
Got the flow wrong
Swing it ain't nothing to me
We put it down anywhere like
It's something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue
With your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud
Son I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up

Git it you gotta get your straps up
Git it you gotta get your stash up
Git it you gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up