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Cypress Hill

Can You Handle This

 

Can You Handle This


[Intro: Barron Ricks]
That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle style motherfucker

[Barron Ricks]
Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress
But limit the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffing the don-deago
Macanoodle, out armadayo

[B-Real]
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)
I'm the hill figure, deliver your body to the river (uh)
How you feeling (how you), how you living (how you), how you breathing

[Barron Ricks]
Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we getting dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

[B-Real]
Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearing the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they be, barking and whiling
Thugging in styling, holding the dope smiling
Yo, smooth, what you piling up, go make a move

[Barron Ricks]
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparking son I beg your pardon
Ese rolling, if you got it, pass it to the margin
If you want it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fucking freak of shit

[B-Real]
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused
Don't light a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
full of jack and smoking hash

[Chorus: B-Real]
(So can you handle this) They can't fucking handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fucking handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this

(B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill
You catching a thrill, copping a feel, the whole steel
Everybody put their blunts up in the sky
Cause everybody's sparking the dutches and getting high

[Barron Ricks]
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that method
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashing fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our restitution's
that means our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, what the FUCK!!

[B-Real]
I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits
Bringing the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friend
It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow

[Barron Ricks]
Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruiting
dirty denim, timb boots, humming, gunning for his competition
Listen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit

[B-Real]
No competition can handle the whole mission
Bitches are wishing me on but they won't last long
Family ties are fly, do you do or die
You try to escape, all the visions up in your mind

[Chorus: B-Real]
(So can you handle this) They can't fucking handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fucking handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this

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