Lyrics - The people of Oakland ... Oakland woo see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo Kinda broke so you know all I gots five years, I have five (verse 1) player, give me something that would provide only cold, but I'm the guy who as a result Cypress Hill as a town are as easy as stealing breath Doobies Loogie spit if I do, I have some money, but it is not enuff to get the St. Ides never go less, I'm hella fresh, rollin joints like a cigarrette so happen, is going to cross the table like Ping Pong,beatin my chest like King Kong, the power is on, put my lips around a 40, and when it comes to getting another cigar, fools all kick in like Shinobi no, the beginning for me is not my homie, there are too many heads the hit poppin my friend unless you pull out the fat, crispy five U.S. dollars on the real before its history cos fools havin the vacuum lungs an if you let em hit for free, Heller is "Dum - dum-dum-dum "I come to school with a avoidin Taylor on my ear lobe all the thick teasers, Skeezer,and I mad country like blowin tha bomb be? give me two bucks you take a train and pass my bomb back suck moisture like a heavy bombardment Slurpy a nigger go delirous like Eddie Murphy I have more pain than Maggie cos homies nag me growin, I'll need out of the wet bag 1-I 've got five on it, access 40, let's come I've got five on it, messin wit Indo weed I got five on it, which blocked me and never come back I have five to get him to the press a Potna bag...
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