Cypress Hill - Takeover lyrics

You know
What we do
We do because
We have to do

Cypress block
We plotted the takeover
This is the return of the Hill
The wait's over
Since day one
We represented for them corners
This is the return of the Hill
The wait's over
The street life has turned my
Niggas to some soldiers
Frontline riders that will die
For the culture
So if you're with me
Let hear you count it down
It goes five, four, three, two

Raised in a place
No one thought was safe
Police made sure that
No one could get away
From night to day
I've been wild since a juvenile
Got that reckless snatch your necklace
Type of move around
And you could smell the loud
Cruisin' down the street
In my trunk I got the pounds
Movin' 'round to the beat
Guns by the feet for any contenders
Long barrel, short tempers
There's no surrender
See, I was raised with that SoCal vocal
Where you could choked out
At your neighborhood smoke-out
Always roll 'round with homies
That you hold down
And we all rep L.A
'cause that's our hometown
But now it's on
See the stages we control now
Go get your tickets
We wreckin' shit up in your town
Shots go off
Turn this shit into a ghost town
And catch a contact high
As it goes 'round

Cypress block
We plotted the takeover
This is the return of the Hill
The wait's over
Since day one
We represented for them corners
This is the return of the Hill
The wait's over
The street life has turned my
Niggas to some soldiers
Frontline riders that will die
For the culture
So if you're with me
Let hear you count it down
It goes five, four, three, two

Since day one
I repped for legalization
Showed the nation
How to roll a blunt
Put it in the rotation
So don't you go and
Get played like PlayStations
I'm higher than Space Stations
Our minds in different places
Let my dogs out the cages
Armed and dangerous
Home of gang affiliations
And altercations
You came to L.A. on a family vacation
And they pulled up on you
With that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like "Give it up, all that shit, yeah
Give it up"
They call me Dr. Greenthumb because
I got the Midas touch
Roll it and light it up
They call us the higher-ups
Masters of the stage
Hit the crowd and divide 'em up
I grab the left and you go grab the right
They got a need for destruction shit
So let's just feed their appetite
The shots'll send a hater to his afterlife
And this kush'll send your head
Up to the satellites

Cypress block, we plotted the takeover
This is the return of the Hill
The wait's over
Since day one
We represented for them corners
This is the return of the Hill
The wait's over
The street life has turned my
Niggas to some soldiers
Frontline riders that will die
For the culture
So if you're with me
Let hear you count it down
It goes five, four, three, two