Marijuano Locos (Stoned Raiders)

Crazy Stoners

[Intro: Sen Dog]
... and that bastard... I don't care... hell yeah...
So, for my clique I say
The pure Cypress Hill clique family, so you know
I die for my clique, I don't give a damn...
You know what? it's my worth and my blood
That's why forever pure Cypress Locotes
So you know...!!

[B-Real]
One for the hill, eight for the killer
Seven for your death because the south is the toughest
I never stop carrying my gun
Wherever I go, because they want to break me
I'm the most well-known dude, born a bandit
I will be, don't mess with me
Just come if you want trouble
The cowards never come, they just talk behind
My back, I pull out the gun
Why do you talk crap? eh, your time is up
A dude dies and if you
Want trouble, you'll end up in the coffin
Say what's left for you, the gun will take you
To death faster if you're a snitch...

[Chorus x2:]
Once again, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do to us, huh?

[B-Real]
Cypress Hill snatches your money, takes money
Traveling straight on a plane to South America
Breathing marijuana, at 12 thousand feet it elevates me
To 40 thousand, where are we?
Landing on a lake, hidden and remote
Straight to the stadium, fleeing
From place to place, destroying...

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Where I know this is what's next, it ignites
Puff, stand up and tell them who you are
They leave the clique serious
Breaking dogs, you crazy ones in misery
It would be too much to receive
Cards in the chest and I'm going to die
Assholes rest in violence
Eternity won't stop, ha!

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
So you know bastards, Cypress clique
The dude Muggs, B-Real, Sen Dog the scandalous
Cartoon, Sick Jacken, the dude Duke
Mellow Man, the badass dude bum bum!
So you know, guys...