Cypress Hill — Hit Em

[Intro: B-Real] Yeah [Verse 1: B-Real] You're in the presence of the realest essence I've been serving lessons since the days of my adolescence On the Cypress block, young buck holding a Glock Like we knew it all, not afraid to do it all Matter of fact, I look back and do it all I could remember the haters say "The game'll ruin y'all" What's that to me? Don't give a fuck about a hater Let 'em roll up like the weed in my paper [Verse 2: Sen Dog] They call mе Big Dog riding with the hillbilly Cuban stallion with the lit Phillie Rеally became a boss many years back When I'm gone, hear me, bitches, hold your tears back We put the bang in bangin', produce the dope we slangin' You nutless motherfuckers got no chance of hangin' It's heads or tails when you're flipping the quarter We ain't slowing down, we're crashing through the border [Chorus: B-Real with Sen Dog] "Time, one—, one time" "One—, one time" "One—, one—, one time" So let the rhythm hit 'em, just let the rhythm hit 'em 'Cause when you feel it in your soul, it's the sound system Now turn it up, up, a little louder Turn it up, up, a little louder Turn it up [Verse 3: B-Real] We never turn it down, universal sound When we smoke a pound, take a look around when we touch a town Out the way, stompin' in my big black J's Corny motherfuckers get stuck in the maze We never sucker fools, had enough of you False friends and loose ends make me wanna snuff a fool Fuck that, we got another world tour Touching every shore, from Cali to Singapore [Verse 4: Sen Dog] Every day I'm seeing more motherfuckers in the temple As we rock uptempo instrumentals I saw my dream in a dream then I woke up Put the Dream Team together, now we smoke up [Chorus: B-Real with Sen Dog] "One—, one—, one—, one—, one—, one time" "One—, one time" So let the rhythm hit 'em, just let the rhythm hit 'em 'Cause when you feel it in your soul, it's the sound system Now turn it up, up, a little louder Turn it up, up, a little louder Turn it up