Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cisco Kid , by - Redman. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cisco Kid |
| We gonna get you high |
| We gonna get you high |
| We gonna get you high |
| We gonna get you high |
| We gonna get you high |
| We gonna get you high |
| Let's get high |
| Let's get high |
| I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest |
| Think you got endo, hold your breath |
| Spittin on the track with Red and Meth |
| Holdin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette |
| Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's |
| Spread it on the arm, come on believe me |
| Look who it is, it's the funky feel |
| Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill |
| We think she's just resonated? |
| Fillin my brain till it's saturated |
| When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it |
| Give it to the hoes who love to hate it |
| Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways |
| I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze |
| Chillin at the rainbow high and faded |
| You saving that bump(??), then isolate it |
| Is there a Doctor in the house? |
| We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth |
| Lemme show you what a thug about |
| We can talk or we can slug it out |
| Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out |
| There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his |
| Time to settle this, like men |
| I'm pipin hot, exciting |
| Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then |
| All day I drink and smoke |
| Shell toe with ankles in ya both |
| Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar |
| Rockwilder blend the track and getting hotter |
| Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke |
| Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow |
| Bang the track, bring your bat |
| Ain't too many that can hang with that |
| So why bother |
| Cisco Kid was a friend of mine |
| Hell yea |
| Cisco Kid was a friend of mine |
| Hell yea |
| He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine |
| Hell yea |
| He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine |
| Hell yea |
| Yea, Senn Dog, and fall back |
| And who wrote on this track |
| I don't really give a fuck |
| Put the pen down lets toss them up |
| Soul assasins, Latin thugs |
| Whole damn world know about us |
| Rhymes we kick and weed we puff |
| Get tus vatos all fucked up |
| And sing along to my get high song |
| Had you choking off of four foot bong |
| Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong |
| Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong |
| Yo, call me that Doctor |
| P-Funk or chronic blower |
| Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker |
| Hash burns in your pull out sofa |
| This is my brain on drugs |
| Move out my way cuz, cause I might run you over |
| Bitches bounce your titties |
| I bounce with a pump shotgun |
| Look out, the highest man in the world |
| Walkin off with my hand on your girl |
| Can't drink and can't stand in the world |
| Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L |
| What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party |
| Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge |
| Don't shoot nobody |
| What you ain't high enough? |
| Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up? |
| Strap a bomb to your mouth |
| Till you wired up |
| Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck |
| And said "Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on?" |
| I said "Hey motherfucker, why do you want some?" |
| Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight |
| Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light |
| Don't no nigga want to die tonight |
| With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch |
| Cisco Kid was a friend of mine |
| Hell yea |
| Cisco Kid was a friend of mine |
| Hell yea |
| He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine |
| Hell yea |
| He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine |
| Hell yea |