The Funny Cypress Hill Shit

Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat

Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back

And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna come and chat

That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow

A hollow point shell's hard to swallow

Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip

And before I bring ya ass on, what chu gonna do

Kickin' dust on your head like I bust

My grip surrounded, I'm about ta get rushed, I'm brushed wit death

How many shells stuffed in my closet, with my big Cognacs, cut

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(When tha shit goes down)

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(When tha shit goes down)

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(When tha shit goes down)

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(Ya better be ready)

I told tha boyz get tha sawed off Glock

And tha rest of tha gats

As I strapped on tha bullet-proof vest

Boom I think I got one to tha chest

Hot damn I didn't want to kill a man shit

I still stand tall with tha Hill Clan

Y'all better stand back, niggas 'bout ta fall

I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam

Gt tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(When tha shit goes down)

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(When tha shit goes down)

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(When tha shit goes down)

When tha shit goes down ya better be ready

(Ya better be ready)