Hypest From Cypress

Mellow Man Ace

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    Ah yeah
    (Down with the crew from up the hill)
    I like the way this is turnin out
    (Down with the crew from up the hill)

    (Krazy D)
    (Go off, go off)
    (Krazy D)
    (Go off, go off)
    (Krazy D)
    (Go off, go off)

    [Krazy D]
    Hm-hm, pardon me, but like 1-2
    Yo Step, take a peep
    Yes, the maddog's creepin
    Buckin muthafuckas that sleep in
    Suckers only know I bus jaws I come out to brawl
    To drop some niggas like freefall
    I go nuts, and hunt for ducks to shoot
    I pack a 3-8 tucked as I strut in my zoot suit
    You state of bein down with a click
    But when I step to hit you up you like rank and don't claim shit
    So get the fuck on as I drop bombs of warfare
    Fuckin your girlie cause I don't care
    Much for that ass as I pass go I collect, I wreck niggas and like a pimp I keep steppin
    On and on and on till dawn
    I rock on, leavin 'hoods lookin like Lebanon
    Clockin my grip as I rip to get righteous
    To be the hypest from Cypress

    (T is the Chief)
    (Go off, go off)
    (T is the Chief)
    (Go off, go off)
    (T is the Chief)
    (Go off, go off)
    (Leader of the pow wow)

    [Chief T / Tomahawk Funk]
    Well, I'm here to recite, unload
    Some lyrical ammo
    Rock on, break it up with the steady flow
    The brave brother runnin wild swingin my tomahawk
    Don't play around or you might get scalped
    Shout for help, but it's not gonna matter
    The Funkdoobie shit
    This chumpie's on hit
    I'ma flow on, my brother
    So sucker, run for cover
    Hip-hoppin lyrical rhymes droppin
    Like Crazy Horse, of course
    I'm ready on the warpath
    For me to scalp a sucker you don't even have to ask
    I get hype at night, track ya, stalk ya
    I'm on the hunt till it's time to spliff a blunt
    The redman ready to run ya
    The hip-hop funkster, warpath's attackin
    No time for slackin, my brother, I'm aimin
    Claimin my Tribe, why?
    Cause I'm the hypest from Cypress

    (Cypress Hill)
    (Go off, go off)
    (Cypress Hill)
    (Cypress Hill)
    (So come on, the Cypress starts to kick it)

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    [Sen Dog]
    Now don't tease me or tempt, I have a hot Cuban temp'
    I take it light, but I start fight if you try to offend
    See, I don't sniff blow for, that's because I don't crawl
    On the ground, lookin up at all y'all
    (Sen) Dog, never again will I bend
    No letters of death or threats will I send
    So I'm puttin an end to all the dumb shit (dumb shit)
    Dumb shit, that 'homes, where you from'-shit
    Cause I run shit my way all day
    Don't play, cause it won't pay
    Niggas wanna play with the pistol
    Make me get pissed, though
    You get a fistful
    Make you eat knuckles
    Feel your knees buckle
    Still feeling brave when
    You're sleeping on the pavement
    Save it, the beatdown, who gave it?
    Senen, no more explaining

    (This is the mellow, the mellow)
    (Go off, go off)
    (The mellow)
    (Go off, go off)
    (The mellow)
    (My man) (my man)
    (1, 2, 3, 4)
    (Get on the mic)

    [Mellow Man Ace]
    Oh, I'm a sell-out? Ha-ha, cause all my records sell?
    I got me paid and laid, out here sippin lemonade
    You come to see me, right? You even bring your hoe
    And when I'm finished rippin shit, you're still like 'I don't know...'
    Is he really hype?' 'Is he my girlie's type?'
    'Is he the kinda muthafucka that can really write?'
    'Am I on his tip?' 'Damn, I musta slipped'
    'Cause I even brought my girl, I must be on his dick'
    You're damn right, gee, you got a double ticket
    She copped one of my shirts and now she wants to kick it
    What up with that, bee? Have you lost it, bro?
    She's got my posters in her room, calls me her niggaroe
    She just be juicin you, straight up be usin you
    And when I come to town, she's like 'I'm losin you' (see ya)
    So you get jealous, right? And tell your fellas, right?
    And then you all come to my show, all over jealous, right?
    Now I could call ya out, but I'ma stall ya out
    Cause I'm promotin peace, and like a soldier, yo, I'm ballin out
    Now I'm the Spanish Fly, and I might just
    Come off so nice that I'm the hypest - from Cypress

    Aiyo yo yo yo
    Yo yo, man
    Yo, let me take..
    Check this out
    I got the Hillsters
    (Hill Squad)
    I got the Hillsters
    Funky Cypress Hillsters, out here gettin ill, so
    I got my man D
    And my man T
    My mellow Sen Dog and I'm the A-c-e

    But yo yo
    You know how..
    You know how..
    You know, people used to ask me:
    "Yo, how did you get started, man?"
    Well, D..
    Wa - wait a minute
    G, won't you bring the track down, you know
    And D, won't you come up on the mic
    And show em how we used to do..

    [freestyle Krazy D]
    Not just a punk from the streeet
    Can get deep to a flow
    And go for broke as I break
    niggas in half and laugh
    In their fuckin face
    Not knowin how hard the Latin Lord can get
    I pack a cuete just in case niggas wanna trip

    [freestyle Chief T]
    Check the funky styles of music, choose it
    The piecemaker givin you a hit of the good joint
    Inhale the smoke and let the peace pipe burn
    Check the beat, check the groove, yeah, you need it
    In your fort you come up short
    You send for more troops, I got with the Hill Tribe

    [freestyle Sen Dog]
    I say Cypress Hill after you, bro
    And cuts a afro down to a cameo
    I got my back covered even when I'm solo
    My Tribe's meaner than shit, so fuck the ammo
    So it's Cypress Hill to all the bimbos
    And you can dance to the funky lingo
    But at this time I rhyme for my amigos

    Get out the way, man
    Try to take over my jam, right?
    But check it out
    I would -
    I used to say some shit like
    You know, I would go like, well - ahm
    [ freestyle Mellow Man Ace ]
    Well, here's my step to ya, my gettin-next-to-ya
    Cocky son of a bitch, you don't think that I can wreck, do ya?
    Well, I be flexin, cold slappin necks, and
    Please feel free to jump in line and be the next man
    To get that head flown like a k-k-k-kite
    I can stutter-step and stumble and still come off hype
    Cause one thing's for sho', and that's I flow from the start
    You love all my homies, but you forward to my part
    You say: I like the way that he be swingin, bringin
    Funky little styles with the crazy fly singin
    That's what I do the best, don't need the buddah bless
    To get you all hype and jazz'der than the rest
    I could get smoked out, and then get loc'ed out
    But see, the album's comin flyer than the most out
    Cause I'm Mellow, and I'm in the house
    Came here tonight to turn it out
    And I'm outta here
    And I'm outta here
    And I'm outta here

    [all]
    We're the hypest from Cypress
    We're the hypest from Cypress
    We're the hypest from Cypress
    We're the hypest from Cypress

    Let's get the fuck out

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