Song Lyrics

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you got endo, hold your breath
Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth
Holdin' 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
We think she's just resonated?
Fillin' my brain till it's saturated
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a f*ck who sits where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it

Is there a Doctor in the house?
We like f*ck 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 a bitch when I thug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
'Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother

[Chorus]
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea

Yea, send all, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a f*ck
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
Get tus 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 'cause, cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
What you talking about I'm not 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
Till you wired up
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
And said ?Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on??
I said ?Hey motherfucker, why do you want some??
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight bitch!

[Chorus: x2]

Charles Miller, Harold Ray I. Brown, Howard E. Scott, Le Roy L. Jordan, Lee Oskar, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Sylvester Allen

The duration of Cisco Kid is 3:46 minutes and seconds.