Skip to content

Real Estate [Explicit]

Cypress Hill
Popularity ยท Low
๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง English ยท Original

YouTube

Searching YouTube...

Lyrics

Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter, a hater or a spectator Sick and I'm fine and toys with no flavor See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off A scale to tell that well, but I picked up a call Or somethin, no nothin, the power of the last one Slower, flower, blow up Those who ain't pros up, what, my stupid radio cut E means the G when you listen to the vocals I'm not a local but I'm close to just a poco old Now you can't see I'm real great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate All these motherfuckers tryin to grind the hill You know why? 'Cause I said step off! 'Cause you decline you find you're not an exponent Doggone it, another goin of year to own it Now you're wishin fishin you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this Was just like a dream when you're supreme, the king Of a minor league team bro, call for 47 But number 11 got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven With ducks, duckin and fuckin, said fuck it Ain't worth damn pay to duck it From my public, my favorite subject I loves it, so go 'head, talk your fuck shit Sucker, you're nothin, frontin like a jock joker Crack smoker, you can't be trusted toker Oh, now you can't see I'm real great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate Another fly verse, straight from the deficit Per the scripture to be real Yeah, that's right, fuckin deal This is the lowest in the dynasty Know what I'm sayin? You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it Ain't paid a plot on a B-boyment I want this, yo I got a lot of what I got Plus I taught ya to be on the top of Everything you know, still you can't do no Damage or do the way up, 'cause I'm uno The realest to be-est boy, and you can see this Gee this dialogue of the real ski-est I ain't nothin like a jokin, stokin, smokin Choke off the heights I'm coked off The dialectic, vocalistic Chew slower or become a lost statistic Oh, now you can't see I'm real great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate Yo I told you to keep it up brother The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G Wake up yo, they gotta keep it up So they keep goin down, 'cause they just don't know Yeah, that's right, fool That's the master pass, kick your ass And feel corrupted for the dope blast 'Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted By the reputed, undisputed Cypress Unit Nutsoul, no 'cause you're a sellout You ain't got enough ducats to shell out Well out in front, and yo I'm fifth grade Check out the story to the glory of the real estate Yeah, they just come in but they don't come out G Yo, check this out Don't come on the hill That's right Yo, yeah Off the real estate Off the real estate Off the real estate Off the real estate Off the real estate Let's hear some rap comin, let's hear some more