Cisco Kid Chords by Redman, Method Man, Cypress Hill, War

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_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm gonna pay the bill. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm _ _ _ gonna pay the bill. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna pay the bill. _ _ _ _
I'm gonna _ _ _ _ _ _ _ pay the bill.
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I blow rhymes up just like [B] heat in your chest.
Think you got a window?
Hold your breath.
Spittin' on a track with red and meth.
Rollin' up a fat when you smoke a cassette of CDs.
We be the ones with the Wheatley's branded on the arm.
Come on, believe me.
Look who it is.
The Oaky Phil.
Smoke an assassin from Cypress Hill.
3AP just [G] resonated.
You and my brain were [Dm] recreaturated.
Gotta get the Chris Wheatley cultivated.
Give it to the hoes who come to hate it.
Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Hot Ways.
I don't give a fuck who shoots where I blaze.
Chewin' at the rainbow I invaded.
You're sittin' at home feelin' isolated.
Is there [Am] a doctor in the house?
You're like, fuck that, [D] nutsacks in your mouth.
Let me show you [Am] what I'm talkin' about.
We [Dm] can talk or we can slug it out.
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when [E] I dug it out.
[B] There it is.
It's better care to head ahead.
Time to settle this like men.
I'm pimpin', hot, excitin'.
Ride a Jim or hypin' them.
All right then.
All day, got drinkin' smoke.
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat.
5 cent, 10 cent dollar.
Rock while I blend the track again.
Holla at your boy, now pass your boy.
Somethin' [G] smoke, call Superhead, got nothin' [Dm] to throw.
Swallow, bang the track, bring it back.
Ain't too many that can hang with that, so pop off.
Let me go, kid. _ _ _ _ _
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Go, [C] kid.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ We [C] drink this shit.
[Dm] We drink _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] this shit.
We [Dm] _ drink this _ shit.
_ _ Yeah.
Send dog, ain't far back.
Been a who right on this track.
I don't really give a fuck.
Put the pen down, let's go some more.
Roll Assassin, let it thug.
Whole damn world know about us.
Rhymes are kick and we re-puff.
Get you, watch those all fucked up and sing along to my hot song.
And you're chokin' up for a full bone.
Cypress Hill and [Em] we can't [B] go wrong.
Keep it smokin' like it's your job.
Call me that doctor.
P-funker.
Chronic blower, pussy stroker.
Back toker, back broker.
Hash burns and you're full out, so fuck.
This is my brain of drugs.
Move out my way cuz,
cuz I might run you over.
Bitches bounce your titties.
I bounce with the pump shot, I blow up.
Show over.
Look out the highest man in the world.
Walking off with my hand on your girl.
Can't drink, I can't stand when I earn.
Niggas too pumped, so pass me the L.
What you talking about?
I ain't high enough to start that party.
Triple B, it's at the [C] stage with the gang.
Don't shoot [B] nobody.
What you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a gun to your mouth till you're wired up.
To the park ranger, call a fire truck and say,
Hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?
That's your punk, motherfucker.
Why do you want some?
Yo, give me that gun.
You don't need to fight.
Hold that blunt, I give you a light.
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight.
With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch.
Let's go get a brother friend of _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [Dm] mine.
Let's go get a brother friend of mine. _ _ _ _
_ Let's go get a brother friend of mine.
He drinks his skits.
My dog thinks he's wise. _ _ _ _
_ He drinks [C] his skits.
[Dm] My dog thinks he's wise. _ _ _ _ _
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