Put It Down

“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 ?? ..and listen up now