ain't up to me, it's up to you (Oh girl) Girl it's us (It's us) Nothing's gon' change it, that's a fact (That's right, yeah) Even if ya' girls ain't
s make a deal On the one dollar bill if you look on the front You find the face of George Washington Make money baby, that's all I do That's how I know
s like they mausoleum doors getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's no room for George yeh, the fear of God's in you muthaf-
it and never been outdated We ain't goin' out, motherfucker That's right, fuck that! You don't know That's big time Cypress Hill Motherfuckin' renovators up here You
change my life I've got some questions for you Lord, 'cause my mentality's hood So why's that everything that's bad for me feels so good? It's gonna get in you
time When I hold you up people say I'm sad Sad and lonely When you put me down people say I'm sad But they don't know me I go where I go You don't need
me This is junkie love when you've got no sugar You live like a wretch when you could be the buddha You say it's you, but I know it's me Is there cream
you know kipsy You're gonna get busted If you know kipsy You're gonna get busted If you know kipsy You're gonna get busted If you know kipsy You're gonna
you loved me I'd be madonna rich Yeah, if you loved me I'd be one lucky bitch If you loved me, you really love me yeah He's too damaged you're too
love Has an answer to Everybody's always talkin' bout being special, yes they do Everybody always wants to hunt you down, oh yeah When it comes down
Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back You ain't black! So you were poor and you were trailer trash
That's where you get me, yes you do Almost every time When it comes down to making love It has to be right When I think about the laughter Directed at me
Crook Bein lovely over jams that's on the flams w/hook Bear muffs, wear cush, its Flatbush Hear the mental's instramental 'cause it's ash to dust I like
to school Yeah, it's time spread the jewels I ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wicked Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket And
that stuff like you knew (Shorty B) And if you're down with the funk, that's me and you And now that I just took you back to the future It's time to
have to look at you through a glass? An' look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it An' if you did, then that's family business An' I
faces (BuRR, BuRR) Your own blood taste it We stomp you till you tasteless My t-shirt ain't tailored... You read what is said - bitch Brick squad bossman off with you
you for your cake and your icing that tough talk? Don't mean nuttin' when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You know that