It Ain't Nothin' (feat. Young De)

In 1991, an artist in Compton picked up Cypress Hill's debut album What he heard blew him away A futuristic funk Mixed with the die-hard dedication To a certain earth This is the story of Cypress Hill I used to carry a Glock on the waist line Man, I don't waste time I'm strong on the bass line You'll never taste mine See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for face time Get your own tape, but don't bother to chase mine I got a block, man, we havin' a great time You couldn't fill the shoes any time that I laced mine Light up the stage for the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find that they can never be in the game I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same time Pick crews homie, you a neon to save time Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes We put you all to shame You never went through the same grind Put you in the bind from the minute you came by So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son? Get your ass buff Try to test us, you gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up Get it You gotta get your straps up Get it You gotta get your stash up Get it You gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up I'm right here on the block When it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now Got four ounces and three bottles of Jack Two-fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with's strapped Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools Try disrespecting me my Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my face You wanna run with the dog Better stay in your place 'Cause your little ass name, don't hold no weight And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake Get your access denied down the road I take And let me tell you one more thing before I skate If you a fake or a snake, I'ma send you to your grave You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son? Get your ass buff Try to test us, you gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up Get it You gotta get your straps up Get it You gotta get your stash up Get it You gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up Stacked up, stacked up, stacked Stacked up, stacked up, stacked Stacked up, stacked up, stacked Stacked up, and you bound to get hurt I'm a First Staff OG from outta the gutter With a fucked up demeanor for you punk motherfuckers Get played like sucking dicks who try to start ruckas I'm a real gun busta, so don't ever try to rush us Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches Or worse, get a ride in a Hearse with their bodies covered It's gonna be a cold summer As soon as the hilt drops All bullshit will stop A couple scums in the street We don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime, but I won't blink We go against everything Smoke all the green Got the flow wrong, swing, it ain't nothing to me We put it down anywhere like it's something to see So all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degree And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work Punks act up and you bound to get hurt You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son? Get your ass buff Try to test us, you gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up Get it You gotta get your straps up Get it You gotta get your stash up Get it You gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs? Get your cash up