Chords for Cypress Hill - Red, Meth & B (feat. Redman & Method Man)

_ ready for this?
I don't think so.
Yeah.
Oh, listen to this.
We're going to come at you.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [G] _
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All my niggas [Gm] say, jump off.
[Ab] Doc broke out the kennel.
[Gm] A dog on four paws spitting out the window.
Jump off.
It ain't no need to fight.
We may squeeze the pipe.
You gon' bleed tonight.
I eat beans and
[Ab] shit up a psalm.
[Eb] I walk the streets with sharp fin off my arms.
Dr.
Doolittle lit off the phone.
[Gm] My bracelet like I raised it off [G] the farm.
Homegrown, thick, dirty.
My family [Bb] feud.
Do you pack tools or a survey?
[D] Jersey, [Ab] Amhouse.
Gun like an elephant.
Snap with your ample
legs [G] out.
Your whole team will [Bb] get bombarded.
You on target and bombed by some unsigned artists.
[D] We leave your hair [Eb] cut like a blind barber.
Cut it and gave you a line with fine [G] markers.
I won't leave [Ab] till the job is done.
Till the last brick nigga take your wallet and roll.
[G] _ [Ab] Knock with the shawty [G] and we gon' catch a fighty with Cyprus.
We won't [F] give a fuck.
We [Gm] live it up.
Till the day we die.
[D] You try to deal [Eb] with us, but you got no
clues to get high.
You won't be real with us, but you're feeling us and you're about to ride.
You try to deal with us, but you got no clues to [G] get high.
Blood smoking.
[Ab] Half a bottle of Romy [F] open.
You either holding [D] or half ass like Jimmy [Eb] Coleman.
I'll leave you choking on them lollipop bombs you [G] caught.
So hard, all I [F] crack the shell on
your candy coating.
If the shoes fit [Ab] like Allen Ivey, too thick.
Emphasis, woo, hit my yo chicks
a new [G] bitch.
Y'all know if I [Ab] can't eat, y'all can't sleep.
Plus I'm in denial.
I just can't
admit DP.
My mind is my block.
He my third eye.
Fuck [Gm] minds or pop.
Leave a rapper's nerve shot.
[Ab] Now who's hot and who's not?
I want the rock and that money in your shoe shop.
Mep the mister.
If crime is an art, then let me paint the picture.
I'm gone.
Kodak can't even
frame the Ritla.
Gorilla.
Mep Doc Cypress.
Whoever think they fucking [Gm] with that, let's be real.
We won't [Bb] give a fuck, we live it up.
Till the day we [D] die.
You try to deal [Eb] with us, but you got no
clues [C] to get [Ab] high.
You won't be real [Gm] with us, but you're feeling us and you're about to [Eb] ride.
You try to deal with us, but you got no clues to get high.
[G] _ [Ab] Smash beats.
Smoke runs through your lungs and [D] flips your brain cells like athletes.
Running crack means the rhymes on your rap [D] sheet with the foot long.
Good form.
Look,
you're collapsing.
Sinkhole.
[Ab] Dingo on the break off.
[Gm] Mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think
of.
Eyes redder than Reggie.
Chances are better for deadly.
You want to be friendly [D] on the get high
deadly.
[G] You twisted out, burnt [Ab] out within seconds.
Cause [Eb] you couldn't hang with the John Blaze
methods.
Wrong hitting.
Start spitting.
Stop it.
Start tricking.
Block niggas.
Stop shitting.
Inhale the smoke [Ab] from the masters.
You want to roll off.
Yo, I'm the fastest one.
[G] You want to
test with the set.
Well, first off, that shit is sputting like Kid Rock with his shirt [Gm] off.
We don't give a [Bb] fuck, we live it up.
Till the day we [D] die.
You try to deal with us, [Eb] but you got no
clues to [Bb] get high.
You won't be real with us, but you're feeling us and you're about to [Eb] ride.
You try to deal with us, but you got no clues [Gm] to get high.
We don't [Ab] give a fuck, we [Gm] live it up.
Till the day we die.
You try [Ab] to deal with us, [Gm] but you got no clues to get high.
You won't be real with
us, but you're feeling us and you're about [Ab] to ride.
You try to deal with us, [Bb] but you got no clues to get high.
[Ab] This is something you left down.
Fuck it, could have never missed.
She lit it [G] up in the barrel of a barrel.
[Ab] She got fire [G] like this, [Ab] this, this. _ _ _ _ _
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