Lick A Shot (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000)

[Intro: B-Real]

I'm gonna take you back right now

We're gonna go back to '93 for a second

This one of my favorites joints off of the Black Sunday album

Lick a shot

Comin' at ya

[Verse 1: B-Real | Sen Dog]

Zip-ah-dee-doo-dah, zip-ah-dee-ayy

My oh my, wanna get that punk with the AK

And get on the way

On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass J

You boy, you can't hang

Flashback on the skills when I used to bang

On the corner, I'll warn ya, gonna roll on ya

Fool, hit ya with a golden rule

Don't turn your back on the street

When I hit that corner, feel the concrete

Push that button like nothin'

And then watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden

Blastin' at these fools with a passion

Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

[Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real]

So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

(I lick your twat)

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

Bo! Bo! Bo!

I lеt the gat hum, let the gat hum

(Lick a shot)

I lеt the gat hum, let the gat hum

[Verse 2: B-Real | Sen Dog]

Sunday morning, wake up, it's stormin'

Raindrops fallin' on my head, it's pourin'

Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon

Waitin' for a Cypress Hill that's bangin'

Scooby-Doo, and fuck you, too (It's a warning)

Don't let your punk ass try me

Gonna take more than you

Call for your backup team and wait for your crew

'Cause I'm the one flippin', keepin' the clip on my hip

And just watch your back if you're slippin' (Come around)

Where did that .22 come from?

When the bullet passed through my lung

I've lost my breath, I'm winded

Been hit by a slug that wasn't intended

I hear thunder, I wonder

If a nigga like me's goin' under, take a number

[Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real]

So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

(I lick your twat)

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

Bo! Bo! Bo!

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

(Lick a shot)

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

Bo!

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket

Now I can't even get back at the bastard, bullshit

This pine box ain't strong enough to contain the Afro locks

Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream

What the fuck's up with the funny red beam

Pointin' at me? I got no strap, G

What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me

Bam, I feel numb

Where did the shotgun blast come from?

[Chorus: Sen Dog | B-Real]

So I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

(I lick your twat)

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

Bo! Bo! Bo!

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

(Lick a shot)

I let the gat hum, let the gat hum

(Fire)

[Outro: Sen Dog | B-Real]

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Let the gat hum)

Let the gat hum (Lick a shot)