Put It Down Lyrics

“Lights off ..shit [flick] [cough] comin at you live and on fire
kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill…”

[Johnny Richter]
You know southern California be home of the highest
Between the Hill and kottonmouth smoking nothing but the finest
The weed incredible, we unstoppable teams
We down with cypress like how (?) be down with 13’s
Never punk rice 'cause they simply below us
Don’t mess around with street strictly go to the growers
And everybody who know us we get outta space high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye

[B Real]
Put the blunt down kiss the front down
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won’t come down
Catch a contact homie watch as I take hits
Show me who you know that take nigga fake hits
Everybody grows let me know if you need some
Tell me what you want; you can call about the green thumb
Put the blunt down if im wrong well homie then im stoned
That’s what happens when you put the f**kin bong down

[Chorus]
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down PUT THE PIPE DOWN
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down PUT YOUR BONG DOWN
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down PUT THE BLUNT DOWN
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now…

[D-Loc]
Ya’ll motha f**kers no the deal
Its kottonmouth kings and cypress hill
Gotta sip that bud, ya’ll know whats up
Its D double dash don’t give a f**k
Got a cush wrapped up, and I gotta kill
Don’t act tough or you will get real
Nickel bags don’t.. be slick
Im feelin kinda good, I got an itch
Its time for your mind
Here I go with my rhyme
Im gonna get him from the front
You can get him from behind
Sen Dog gonna be real
Puttin it down for tha krown
Got the people shook up
Off the smoke from the pounds

[B Real]
Pack a another bowl in the pipe if you want hell
Maybe we can lace another load make the strong sell
Let me roll this hash leaf cush in the middle son
If you never toked then we rollin you a little one
Dude put the brownie down you f**kin light weight
We smoking after 21 just searchin for the right date
High, ..(??)… get you hammered in a second son
Take a f**kin hit and get as high as the second one

[Chorus]
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down PUT THE PIPE DOWN
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down PUT YOUR BONG DOWN
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down PUT THE BLUNT DOWN
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now..

[Sen Dog]
So now you know, you better stop all you busts better hit the back door
We aint frontin, that’s what its all about, somebody put this gun up in his mouth

[Daddy X]
Welcome to the west coast, where the real tokers stay
They should rename this the cannabis state..(Cannabis state)
We cant relate if you aint from the area
We got the one hitter quitter that’ll bury ya
It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise
Hydro, criptnotic, super sonic, madocnize
You wake up and you still feelin grubby yeah
Heads foggy like cereal that’s soggy yeah
You pack a bowl but you cant find your lighter stick
(??) somebody call cypress hill
Sen Dog you got some fire for a brother man?
“I got some fire but your lighter’s still up in your hand”

[Chorus]
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down PUT THE PIPE DOWN
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down PUT YOUR BONG DOWN
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down PUT THE BLUNT DOWN
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now…

[Sen Dog]
Hit ‘em with a sick shit, just like the misfits
Kottonmouth and cypress hill, always kick the dope shit
Down with Daddy X, D-Loc and Johnny Richter
Southern Cali most high do ya get the picture?
We don’t stop, we just keep on thumping
(??) Home boy aint lackin nothing
From the streets of South Beach all the way to the O.C.
Any way around the world we smoke the dope weed
We got what it takes, cush, bud, hash cakes
Smoke filled room when the hits take place
I becoming mad stoned on the phone with Tommy Chong
Beatin on my chest mad dog, King Kong
Heres another verse from the dirt that came first
We comin at ya hard from the ghetto to the surf
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..and listen up now