Marijuano Locos (Stoned Raiders) Lyrics

1 for trouble, 8 for the road 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk, Buddha Monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and down the boulevard
I'm a natural-born cap-peela', strapped illa I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala' Get'cha fix of the uncut funk A small dose of the skunk weed like it's suppose to be
Move it up, just move it on out, what'cha talkin' 'bout son I got the first shot, and it's all over now, one nation under a groove Smoke a pound for the strict of it, every time I make a move Smooth and togetha, raw like leatha, ain't goin' out like a punk, neva
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It's the numba one money maker Money takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/marijuano-locos-stoned-raiders-lyrics-cypress-hill.html ] For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit
Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned Raider In the Temple of Boom, assert to assume Never be lettin' shit slide, no way Bitch niggas can hide but, I'll find they ass some day
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Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air Some dogs, like you gotta pair When I kick to the metro, lone clip, be lookin' around 'Cause this shit ain't over with yet
People can't understand my situation Now they caught up in the Soul Assassination Fool, just take cover, it's all over When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka
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