The Funny Cypress Hill Shit - Cypress Hill

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 click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows

For you and your bros, him and his hoes

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

There's nuttin' you can do about the real one

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

Sen'll psycobeta, blast ya if he hasta

Tell 'em Sen, I'm the psycobeta master

Strikin' ya, hittin' ya, buckin' ya, fuckin' ya

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

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

Despite your booty in sight to take my joint

To get to my point, I'm talkin' about a 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 juice less

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 mug kiss my blunt?

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

Are you realizin' that it's gettin' better?

Surprisin' you whether or not, your shit's together

From the high pitched levels, comin' from my rebels

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, gettin' that immediate blend

Yo, Sen take aim and let the juice now extend

Yeah, I'm still comin' atcha, but you don't need to duck down

'Cause this is somethin' different than a psychobeta buckdown

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 um, lingo

Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow

To get you all jazzed from here to Tallahassee

This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.

Never in your life will you wet this

This crazy business, now you're thinkin' it's good like some cheeba

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

So you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted

Now insisted, you feel it to the brim

Yo, I ain't him, I could never be them

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

Yo, it's a fatal blow, somethin' like a Yeah, it'll sting ya, See ya, I'm on it, somethin' for the blunted

Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high

Smokin' the Buddha Thai

Lungs expandin' 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