Chords for Cypress Hill - Throw Your Hands In the Air (Remix - Official Video)

[D] _ _ _ [C#] _ [C] What's up, we gon' bounce off this 95 Soul [D] Assassin Cypress Hill [Fm] drop
Yo, we want [Em] everybody out there to throw their hands up
So get [F#m] it on, kid
Stress is [C#] the word when I [Em] display my rapping forte
Quicker than [D] OJ
Hey, I freaks [Fm] my_
Eat, deliver, [Em] go master
Stress me out, no doubt
I might have [D] to_
Let me [Fm] ask
Can I get busy one time
[Em] And unwind and chill with Cypress [D] Hill?
I go [Fm] on with my bad [Em] self
I'm the four-pound_ The [F#m] Phil_ Smoker
Believe [C#] me not
I'm wicked like [Em] three-sixes
I'm toper than the Pete Rock [D] remixes
[C#] Never walk through the cross [Em] luggage
I'm hardcore to the bone
I'm thuggish, rugged
Green eyes, banded
I be Eric_ Sermon
[F#m] I gets bit determined
A one for [C#] the treble
And two for [Em] the bass
I take it to the face with this here lyrical [D] mace
And if you [Fm] don't know, y'all better [Em] recognize
I'm comin' through with speed
With pounds of_ One, two
Another [Fm] one of those gangsta hits
[G#] Just wanna get busy with the ultimate
Boost get real
[E] Yo, I'm representin' the [D] hill
With chips and_
And tons of_
So who wants to [C#] be the first_
In a [Em] lion trying test this?
Who the best?
[D] Stamina Wow
To get [C#] from scent home in [Em] the coffin
Punks don't like it that very [D] often
I just never can take care of this sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust body burning
Busting [Fm] open the doors to the [Em] temple
Taking you to the dark side of [D] the mental_
Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[Em] In the alleys, don't get hands in the air
[D] Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[E] In the alleys, don't get hands in [Bm] the air
Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[Em] In the alleys, don't get hands in the air
[Bm] Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[E] In the alleys, don't get [Am] hands in the air
[G] I ride tricky This_
Smoker with the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen be like either_ [D] These_ [Fm] NC's_
They won't [Em] get_
So I kill them softly and use them in_ [D] Walkie-talkies
Turn up [Fm] my level adjust my voice [C] pitch Voiceless diagnosis
Comatosis is what I leave your crew with Answer to_
Raw silk cause you do it to my music
Lock the hypers
Individual to put criminals [D] diapers With [Fm] my_ Being cyclist Without_
[C] You swore it was a nuclear war [Bm] crisis
In your [C#] backyard_ You got_ [Em] This_ Raw_ With my_
Keep in the place take it [F#m] charge
Word up you get [Fm] heard up let the jury call [Em] it murder
Your death cause I_
You never [D] heard of_
Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[E] In the alleys, don't get hands in the air
[D] Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[E] In the alleys, don't get hands in the [D] air
Step into the park in a heel you can't [Em] hang
Original baby gangster on his conga stay [F#m] Don't slip
The [Fm] late night hype is when I [Em] dip
Booyah is the sound from a lonely_
[F#m] Can't [C#m] feel me [Fm] Thought was_
You about to [Em] steal me
Or shoot and your little crew's on the [D] pill me
Keep your [Fm] hands on your crew you get got
[Em] The green light band is Cyprus Hill
And the phone got the [G#m] spot come on You_
You get hanged like I hang
Wells in the seat we take the hood thing Cheek the_
Finger I'ma get you _
The_
I'ma [D] split you
[C#] No poppin' no [Em] stoppin'
Tick to the_
Tick tock I hit your [D] block
Throw your [C#] hands in the air
Don't bite [E] this I squeeze
So please they eat down with [D] Cyprus
Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[Em] In the alleys, don't get hands in the air
[D] Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
In [E] the alleys, [Em] don't get hands in the air
[G#] Kicking it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
In [Em] the alleys, don't get hands in the air
[F#m] Kicking [G#] it to the [C#] brothers on the corners
[E] In the alleys, don't get hands in [N] the air Alright
For everybody
All our peeps out on the corners
On the alleyways
For all our deceased incarcerated peeps
Brothers on the streets
_ _ 1995
Soul Assassins in your