Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose 'cuz
When night falls, that's when it all begins Be prepared, we can allow no loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm, they
Hear the needle touch Joy fills my heart when the Black circle starts to spin See how proud it stands An old faded cover tells Stories from glorious days
Mr. McCarthy killed the light He didn't wake his lovely wife He left the key inside the door Woke on the wrong side of the bed She can't remember what
If the fish swam out of the ocean And grew legs and they started walking And the apes climbed down from the trees And grew tall and they started talking
Here ye here ye Let's toast Let's celebrate life, let's celebrate wealth, and bypass plight, for the night. Drinks up Back like I never ever left in
Black Woman, mother of my earth Black Woman, you gave me birth You can truly see what's in me You can help me be the best that I can be You feed my fire
Now from a tribe called Quest And I'm here tonight with The Jungle Brothers And we're about to get into this thing called Black is black, is black, is
I feel the dark embrace the light I see the black engulf the white I can sense it, life denying Take me from this cold fucking world Life defying ...
One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say
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
[Chorus: P. Dot] When them guns goes off, we be ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens
Well, alright How come your money's always in the bank? Then you always say you're broke Why don't you get a shot of confidence? 'Cause the way you live
So you're feeling you're living your life on the run Ain't got nobody, there's just too much work to be done And you know somethin' is missin' but you
I think about wasted time Hours on end, losin' my mind for you, oh yeah I think about a love that's lost, take my money What does it cost to lose you,