The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

I came to introduce a new type of juice

Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose

No you don't drink it, just let it sink it

Then start feelin' it (The funky Cypress Hill shit)

People ask why do you sound so funny

They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money

I take control, no need to blow my nose

Just clip on the chunky and feel the funky flow

For you and your bros, him and his hoes

You don't like it? Here's my dick, bite it

There's nothing you can do about the real one

It's a ill some with the ill juice, I'm the funky feel one

Psilo-psycho-beta, blast it if he has to

Tell them Sen (I'm the psycho-beta master!)

Strikin' ya (Hittin' ya) buckin' ya (Fuckin' ya)

Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm a keep pluckin' ya

Pickin' ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya

Despite your booty, ya sight to take my joint

To get to my point, I'm talking about an ill trip

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless

You can't get loose, so now you're useless

Can't feel the funk, so I guess I'll pump the wrist

How 'bout this ma, kiss my blunt

Right into ya, now you're feelin' the chemicals vibin'

Are you realizin' that it's getting better

Surprising you whether or not your shit's together

From the high pitched levels (Coming from my huevos)

Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam

But yo, everything ain't what it seems

'Cause the Cypress Hill material, luxurious, superior

Glory or memorial, historical, physical

Ingredients, getting that immediate flame

Yo Sen, take aim and let the juice go extend

Yeah, I'm still coming at ya, but you don't need to duck down

'Cause this is something different than a Psychobetabuckdown

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

Kick that shit B-Real

Intellect filthy, en lingo

Dissed you, I control elements, suck your own soul

(To get you all jazzed) From here to Tallahassee

This ain't Florida, so put away the OJ

Never in your life will you witness

This crazy business, now you're thinkin'

Ay, qué pinga, tremenda resinga

It's good like some cheeba

The formula will run ya, I'll start taking up a list

So you can get blitzed and you feel your heads twist

Then I insisted, you fill it to the brim

Yo I ain't him, I could never begin

This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb

For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet

If you get too much and roll it too straight, oh

It's a fatal blow, something like a K.O.

Yeah, it'll sting ya, (Pinga fría, cojones)

See ya, I'm on it, something for the blunted

Just what you wanted so you can feel the high

Smokin' the Buddha Thai

Lungs expanding and now you're feelin' it

Yeah, the funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill shit