Throw Your Hands in the Air

Lyrics

[Intro: Barron Ricks] Yeah! Bust how we gonna bounce off this '95 Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw they hands up So get it on, kid! [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Fresh is the word when I display My rappin' forté quicker done than O.J.  Hey, I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya Let me ask ya — can I gets busy one time? And unwind and chill with Cypress Hill Huh! I go on with my bad self I'm the four-pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes I'm doper than the Pete Rock remixes (Wooo!) Never walk through the crowd sluggish I'm hardcore to the Bone, I'm Thuggish Ruggish The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick Sermon I guess it's been determined And one for the treble, and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace And if you don't know, y'all better recognize I'm comin' through with speed, with pounds of weed [Verse 2: B-Real] Ahh, shit! Another one of those gangsta hits Niggas wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo, I'm representin' the Hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel So who wants to be the first nigga to die? Then try and test this buddha blessed Gemini You get thrown, sent home in a coffin Punks don't make it back very often I got Erick to take care of the sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin' Bustin' open the doors to the temple Takin' you to the dark side of your mental (Dark side of your mind) [Chorus: B-Real] Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Come on!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Everybody now!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (All my brothers do!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Redman!) [Verse 3: Redman] I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoker with the mind itchy Finger up on the pen, be like E, the bomdigi These off-keys MCs hawk me, they won't get off me So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as Walkie-Talkies *bzzzzt* Turn up my level, adjust my voice pitch Moist this diagnosis Comatosis is what I leave your crew with Boom bip on some two and two shit Raw silk 'cause you do it to my music (Funk Doctor Spock!) lock the hypest Individual to put criminal in diapers With my nigga E and Cypress What I write, bitch — you swore it was a nuclear war crisis In your backyard, word to God (Def Squad!) With my nigga Keith in the place takin' charge Word up, you'll get hurt up, let the jury call it murder You're deaf 'cause I freak shit you never heard of [Chorus: B-Real] Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Come on!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (MC Eiht!) [Verse 4: MC Eiht] Steppin' to the Park and the Hill, you can't hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don't slip, the late night hype is when I dip Boo-yaa is the sound from unloadin' the clip Can't feel me, if I was crack, you'd try to steal me Heard you and your little crew wanna peel me Keep your hands on your hood, you get got! The Green-Eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill and the Funk Doctor Spock (Come on!) You wish you could hang like I hang Dwells in the CPT, the hood thing G, the trigga finger, I'ma get you (Huh!) Hit you, the TEC 9, I'ma split you (Brrrah!) Ain't no poppin', no stoppin' Tick to the tock, tick-tock, I hit your block and (Wooo!) Throw your hands in the air, don't bite this I squeeze, nigga, please, the E down with Cypress [Chorus: B-Real] Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Throw 'em up now!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (In the air, yo!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Come on!) Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air (Throw 'em in the air!) [Outro: Barron Ricks] A'ight! For everybody All our peeps out on the corners, all the alleyways For all our deceased, incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets 1995 Soul Assassins in your mind