Single / Track

Cisco Kid

Redman & Method Man•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

We gonna get you high

Let's get high

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest

Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath

Spittin' on a track with Red and Meth

Rollin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette

Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's

Spread it on the arm, come on believe me

Look who it is, it's the funky feel

Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill

DJ D just resonate it

Over my brain 'til it's saturated

Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it

Give it to the hoes who love to hate it

'Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Highways

I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze

Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded

You're sittin' at home, feeling isolated

Is there a doctor in the house?

We like, fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth

Lemme show you what a thug about

We can talk or we can slug it out

Better yet, you can bark like your bitch when I dug it out

There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his

Time to settle this, like men

I'm pipin' hot, exciting

Write a gem or hyping them, alright then

All day I drink and smoke

Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat

Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar

Rocwilder blend the track again, holla

Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke

Call Superhead nothing to throat, swallow

Bang the track, bring your bat

Ain't too many that can hang with that

So why bother

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

(Hell yeah)

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

(Hell yeah)

He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine

(Hell yeah)

He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine

(Hell yeah)

Yeah, Sen Dog, and fall back

And who wrote on this track

I don't really give a fuck

Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up

Soul assassins, Latin thugs

Whole damn world know about us

Rhymes we kick and weed we puff

Get you vatos all fucked up

And sing along to my get high song

Had you choking off of four foot bong

Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong

Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong

Yo, call me that doctor

P-Funk or chronic blower

Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker

Hash burns in your pull out sofa

This is my brain on drugs

Move out my way, cuz, 'cause I might run you over

Bitches bounce your titties

I bounce with a pump shotgun (show over)

Look out, the highest man in the world

Walkin' off with my hand on your girl

Can't drink and can't stand when they hurl

Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L

What you talking 'bout I ain't high enough to start that party

Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge (don't shoot nobody)

What, you ain't high enough?

Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?

Strap a bomb to your mouth 'til you wired up

'Til the Park Ranger call the firetruck

And said, "Hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?"

I said, You punk motherfucker, why do you want some?"

Yo, yo, yo give me that gun, we don't need to fight

Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light

Don't no nigga wanna die tonight

With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine

Assembling your AI-powered music player

Cisco Kid

Lyrics