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Intellectual Dons (Feat. Call O Da Wild)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Performer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Mixed Artist
Joe''The Butcher'' Nicolo
Joe''The Butcher'' Nicolo
Mixed Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Ricks
B. Ricks
Composer
A. Campanioni
A. Campanioni
Composer
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Composer
Louis Freese
Louis Freese
Composer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Producer
Robert"Taj" Walton
Robert"Taj" Walton
Additional Engineer
Joe''The Butcher'' Nicolo
Joe''The Butcher'' Nicolo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O' Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin' Manhattan 145th street crews, 155th street crews All my niggaz on the East Side We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do Me things no money sat on Monies chicks Fillin' Barcadi on club seats Harm's represent the crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats Crews stand like mannequins sportin' names is Tim's I'll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline And supportin' your kittens if you're convinced They keep the scripts movie-men Experience and hard is Has captured run for the ] Mischievous black kids dipped in black hooches Ruthless the caswendler stupid used to pump with the any gooier Now let the card hold the futures Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual trauma causing dime B Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks And non-raps that can't bonely manifest the Buddha blessed Freshly dressed rollin' in the clubs for success I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex The five six I'm livin' fortune of survival tactics Keepin' my enemies close and all my niggaz out of business What is this? Slicey characters spreadin' my business Fragments that can't manage that do damage yo I had it Environmental pressure causing static In fabric of the asiac cabbage it's madness All this I'm civilized now what do I now? Run these avenues buck wild with crews now who is it? Makin' all you critics fiend these lyrics And be the core Yes y'all comin' through on your premises This is it Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Know I'm sayin'? Big shouts to my sacred projects connections know I'm sayin'? All my brothers on 113th Lexus to dial Know I'm sayin'? Big shouts to the Les baby we see you Put on Stella performances While niggaz place bids at auto auctions Re-model frames and changin' rusty engines and courting And while you Foreman fools wanna shorten my life My life is like survival organs It's not important that you're this lyrical dissertation Tossing lineal seeing precitals break your vinyl Chronically spotting spiral perhaps spinning out wax Yo nas put the black wars on elegant floors The teachers got operations make 'em insecure Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour Affiliates with my predominately black landscape Hop the squad I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot Jostling nigga glocked him playing possum I got the X-ray vision Ain't nothing poppin' while the tears who interfere And the fears they disappear Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons Ah man, that's the Call O' Da Wild flavor baby I can't take it no more I'm outta here baby But before we get up out I wanna give big shouts To all the Buddha spots that made this possible Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby The discount health foods know I'm sayin'? All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness Big shouts to the party bag shop To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit Yeah, we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby, it's like that, yeah
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Barron Ricks, Larry E. Muggerud, Angela Campanioni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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