Kottonmouth Kings, Cypress Hill - Put It Down lyrics

Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the pipe down
Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down
Put ya, put ya bong down
Put the blunt down, put the
Put the blunt down
Put the, put the blunt down
Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down
Put ya blunt down, and listen up now

You know, southern California be the home
Of the highest
Between the Hill and Kottonmouth
We smokin' nothin' but the fniest
The weed incredible, this an unstoppable team
We down with Cypress like our
Ese's be down with thirteens
Never both rights cause they simply below us
Don't mess around with street vendors
Strictly go to the growers
And everybody who know us
We gettin' outta space high
They be like bye-biddy-bye-biddy-biddy-
Bye bye

I put the blunt down, here's the run down
By the sun down
Slide us out the joint, I'll get you high
You gon' come down
Catch a contact, homie, watch as I take hit's
Show me who you know that'll
Take bigger vape hit's
Everybody grows, let me know if you need some
Tell me what you want
You can call Dr greenthumb
Put the blunt down, if I'm wrong, well homie
Then I'm stoned, that's what happens when
You hit the fuckin' bong, wow

Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down
Put ya, put ya bong down, put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the
Put the blunt down
Put the, put the blunt down
Put the blunt down
Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down
Put ya blunt down, and listen up now

Y'all motherfuckers know the deal
It's Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress Hill
Got that shit that bump, y'all know what's up
This D-Double-Dash, don't give a fuck
Got the kush wrapped up like I could kill
Don't act tough, the hood gets real
Get them backs, don't get slick
I'm feelin' kinda good and gotta itch
One more time for ya mind
Here I go with my rhyme
I'm a get it from the front
You can get it from behind
Sen Dog and B-Real put it down for the Krown
Got the people shook up off
The smoke from the pound

Pack another bowl in the pipe
If you want hell
Maybe we can lace another load
Make the song sell
Let me roll this hash leaf
Kush in the middle son
If you never put it in we
Rollin' you a little one
Dude put the brownie down
You're a fuckin' lightweight
We're smokin' at four-twenty
Well you're searchin' for the right date
High when I hit it then get
You hammered in a second son
Take a fuckin' hit and get in
Line for the second one

Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down
Put ya, put ya bong down, put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the
Put the blunt down
Put the, put the blunt down
Put the blunt down
Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down
Put ya blunt down, and listen up now

So now you know, you better struggle
All you busters better hit the back door
We ain't frontin', that's what it's all about
Somebody put this gat up in this fool's mouth

Welcome to the west coast where
The real tokers stay
They should rename this the cannabis state
You can't relate if you ain't from the area
We got that one-hitter quitter
That'll bury ya
It get scarier when clones cross-pollenize
Hydroponics, cripnotic, supersonic, madinotic
You wake up and you still feelin' groggy yeah
Heads foggy like cereal, that's soggy yeah
You pack the bong but you
Can't find your lighter still
I load it twice so somebody call Cypress Hill
Sen Dog, you got a fire for a brother man
(I got some fire but your lighter's
Still up in ya hand)

Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down
Put ya, put ya bong down, put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the
Put the blunt down
Put the, put the blunt down
Put the blunt down
Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down
Put ya blunt down, and listen up now

Hit 'em with the sick shit
Just like The Misfit's
Kottonmouth and Cypress Hill always
Kick the dope shit
Down with Daddy X, D-Loc and Johnny Richter
Southern Cali's most high
Do you get the picture
We don't stop, we just keep on dumpin'
With the spit that kill
A homeboy ain't lackin' nothing
From the streets of Southie all
The way to O-C
Anywhere around the world that
Smokes the dope weed
We got what it takes, kush bud, hash cakes
Smoke filled room when the dip takes place
I be comin' on strong
On the song like Tommy Chong
Beatin' on my chest, mad dog, King Kong
Here's another verse from the
Dog that came first
We comin' at you hard from
The ghetto to the surf
I be putting in work so just
Stay up off my turf
Or I'll have your home boy
Straight callin' for a hearse

Put the blunt down and listen up now