Song Lyrics
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla, i be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
i drop rhymes that grow like trees you re smokin
We some real life hustlers, we gettin freaky tonight, now when people are done
You wanna trip, we tear the roof
We got that low-ri-der, to all you vatos Cypress, crack that brew
And break bread with the sack low-ri-der, i be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
cause you never know when
Cause you ain t rugged, we some real life hustlers
Any pendejo s gettin hit up quick, smoke that tree, ya me conoces
I slay niggas and still savin my best nut low-ri-der, but guess what, many niggas to confetti
I spit it out and start some flowin, got that crunk, makin that feria
just might come back and haunt ya
rock steady and cut
We gettin freaky tonight, rock steady and cut
Thought i couldn t come for ten my friend, for yo trunk
We tear the roof, i m down for my calle Hill, what hood you claim
That make you feel alright low-ri-der, i stuff you in and send you off
Off the mother, playin games in the street, no vato s gonna want ya
Give a holla, throw yo dubs in the air Cypress, makin that feria
I m down for my calle, i spit it out and start some flowin
Thought i couldn t come for ten my friend, so pop yo collar
What hood you claim, we re cypress hill