Lyrics Armed And Dangerous - Cypress Hill

Armed And Dangerous

Ready?
set, go!
I’m ready to run
Steady we get though, under the sun
About to let go, show me respect though
It’s gon' be a fat joint.
— Soul — in your mental
We came from the bottom and rose to the top
Like the cream in your coffee — burning hot
Climbing the Billboard for the number one spot
King of the block — stop for a second to watch
Look and learn and loose your knot
No more bottles to pop, no birds in the drop
But — we still rollin'!
(we still rollin'!) — Pocket’s swollen.
(pockets
swollen!)
We’re locked and loaded, then the scene exploded
We solid as ever on any endeavour
Cypress Hill forever, doesn’t get any better!
We — came and saw.
— And conquered it all
We’re hungry for more like the kids in Darfur
We live hard, still armed and dangerous
We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us
Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us
I’m the dog and I’m undisputed and you’ve been recruited
I’m the general that your boy saluted
Give you a minute to see how we do it
You’ve never seen such finesse cause you’re so polluted
I’m the king in this area hombre
Knocked 'em out the park when I’m standing on home plate.
(c'mon!)
So many years of blood sweat and tears
Without me the dogs stay switching the gears
But I’m still the same man from back in the day
And I’m still gettin' luck from Africa to L. A
.Jake One hit play;
burst started to sway
Every time I leave the city fools want me to stay
'Cause they stay loyal, so it’s harder to go
And like the lights.
— I got’s to grow
That means I’ll roll (I'll roll!) but I’ll return later
Give props to my peop (le), and buckshots to haters (buck, buck)
We live hard, still armed and dangerous
We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us
Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us
We live hard, still armed and dangerous
We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us
Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us
Raise your hands in the air like you’re supposed to
And everybody scream like you’re on a rollercoaster
We’re down — with the Costra Nostra
We smashing!
— We sick jackin' and the Soul Assassins
The Hip-hop culture — we fuck you both
Just as you caught in the rapture.
— All I hear is laughter
In a year’s time some of you punks, won’t matter!
Let’s see — if you can hang if you can climb the ladder
You ain’t a rapper, you’re a fucking joke
A one-shock hack on a track, get your pass revoked
I got keys to the city and we locking you out
We come hard for the paint and I’m blocking you out
So run for the hills and hide in the can
We just put the mic down and be that fan
With your petty hands outside the lobby
I’m a pro, get my signature, this ain’t no hobby
We live hard, still armed and dangerous
We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us
Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us
We live hard, still armed and dangerous
We young love, be alarmed, don’t play with us
Play the song, gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us