You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
 I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
 Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
 Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
 Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
 Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
 Fool what?  You ain't got nothin' to say
 I been backin' up east side LA, all day
 Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex
 Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex
 The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
 'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw

 Chorus (2x): B-Real
 You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,
 Can you hang with us?  You wanna bang with us?
 Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

 Verse 2: Sen-Dog
 I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
 Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
 Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds
 To break out before you resemblin' a dead man
 A hole through your headband
 My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk
 Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
 Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
 You don't want that strap on my hip
 To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
 I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom
 Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume

 Chorus

 Verse 3
 (BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride
 I take money-money, make dummies all night
 Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
 When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
 (SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
 See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
 Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
 You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
 Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
 Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
 You bring descript sequence with no defense
 The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'

 Chorus