Cypress Hill — Real Estate

[Verse 1: B-Real] Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (Kill 'em B-Real) Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course Some go nut, the power of the last one Slower, flower, blower Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio cut He needs a G when you listen to the vocal I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go ohh Now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Interlude: Sen Dog] All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill Step off! You know why? This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off! [Verse 2: B-Real] This is the crime you find you're not an exponent Doggone it, another come mierda on it Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this Was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king Of a minor league team, bro Off of 47, swung a load of eleven Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven Weak ducks, duckin' and buckin' Sayin' fuck it, ain't worth damn pay the ducats From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it So go 'head, talk your punk shit Suckers, you're nuttin', frontin' like a jock choker Crack smoker, can we adjust a toker Oh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Interlude: Sen Dog] Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker Another fly verse Straight from the deficit Another scripture of B-Real Yeah.. get funky, Real This is the Lower Eastside of things You know what I'm sayin? Cypress Hill [Verse 3: B-Real] You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-be-ployment I won't 'cause yo I got a lot of what I got ya Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of Everything you know, still you can't do no Damage or duel though hey yo, 'cause I'm uno The Real is the B-est, sport and you can see this G-ness dialogue, of the real ski-est I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoked, get smoked And choke off, the hypes I cook off The dialectic, funk-elistic Chew slower or become another statistic Oh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Interlude: Sen Dog] Yo I told you to keep down brother The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G Wake up Hill They gotta keep goin' back to the old school So they keep goin' out 'Cause they're just not Real Ha yeah that's right fool [Verse 4: B-Real] Yes the master pass, kick your ass And feel combustion, for the dope blast 'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress unit Not so, no there's no sellout You ain't got enough ducats to shell out Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Interlude: Sen Dog] Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G Don't come on the Hill That's right Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate