Get 'Em Up - Cypress Hill

I say get down with us

Go smoke a pound with us

Shoot another round with us

Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

Straight up we raise up

been around for awhile

we still blaze up

And haters pay up

I lay up in the cemetary

bow down son, it’s customary

We show up and blow up

Take over the whole show

then it’s over

You know what

Feels good to throwin' bones and such

Let lemme burn this track so I can light your blunts (light em up)

east coast west coast we mash up

down south overseas we cash em

in a whip we bunk homie stand up

we back on the block get your hands up

get dazed up and baked up

one little hit from the kush you’re spaced out

and fade out

get 'em up

get 'em up

get 'em up now

all the people in the back come on up now

I say get down with us

Go smoke a pound with us

Shoot around round with us

Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

Take notes we make notes

we livin that real shit boy no fake hoes

you konw we break through

tear open the fuckin coffin

no stoppin so take precaution

get high strung and die young

But I’ll calm you down with whats in my lungs

scared to try some put you in a state of bliss

need some homie i give you a hit

gangsters hustlers we play rough

everybody wanna talk we don’t say much

we roll so thick that you hate us

you plan an attack on the caper

one crime its all time

never givin in cuz we ride the hardline

watch the starshine

we bring the whole house down

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

I say get down with us

Go smoke a pound with us

Shoot around round with us

Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

(In the green corner undefeated as a professional is the one and only sen dog!)

get cracked spit nice

go in all in the paint

you just get by

see me get high

puffing like mr.

marley

hear his twitches in the low low of who’s a harley

we hang out and bang out

all you scatter

when i pull my thing out and ring out

you don’t know me i shout my name out

try to test me boy i blow your brains out

eastside westside we get em up

any enemies guess who set em up

you afraid of me guess who let me up

take my stack see who wet em up

tengo mi fierro

no te olvides, soy pistolero

te quemo!

and we’ll smoke up all your ashes up

throw em up

smoke em up

get em up!

I say get down with us

Go smoke a pound with us

Shoot around round with us

Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up now

{the winner by knockout the 17 time world champion the better ace of the stage

the one and only the kushstav the hashstav Cypress Hill!

hill

hill.

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