I like it    I don't like it

We gonna get you high (*whispered in background 6 times*)

Let's get high (*whispered in background 2 times*)

(B-Real)

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest

Think you got endo, hold your breath

Spittin on the track with Red and Meth

Holdin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette

Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's

Spread it on the arm, come on believe me

Look who it is, it's the funky feel

Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill

We think she's just resonated?

Fillin my brain till it's saturated

When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it

Give it to the hoes who love to hate it

Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways

I don't give a f**k who sits where I blaze

Chillin at the rainbow high and faded

You saving that bump(??), then isolate it

(Method Man)

Is there a Doctor in the house?

We like f**k that, nut sacks in your mouth

Lemme show you what a thug about

We can talk or we can slug it out

Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out

There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his

Time to settle this, like men

I'm pipin hot, exciting

Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then

All day I drink and smoke

Shell toe with ankles in ya both

Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar

Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter

Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke

Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow

Bang the track, bring your bat

Ain't too many that can hang with that

So why bother


(Chorus)

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

Hell yea

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

Hell yea

He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine

Hell yea

He dran