Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora
Are you a whore or are you a lady?
Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?
Let me know hon, the deed'll get done,
Just assume the position, I'll take my rod,
And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure,
I came to work your body, so let me do my jo
I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off,
'Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot,
Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
I never been a front, I never a fraud,
I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord,
'Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed,
I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw,
From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper,
Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
I know ya think I have, but yo,
I never heard of ya,
Just because you heard of me kid
Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid
I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead
When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed,
'Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
It ain't no thing, my cargo ring
We'll bust you in the cri
I got the skill, you gots to chill,
'Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Puffin on a blunt,
Buck my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaaa
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder,
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder,
How I keep from going under

Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hanging Tough
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hanging Tough
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hanging Tough
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance,
Just get on the floor and do the New Kids dance
Don't worry about nothing cause it won't take long,
We're gonna put you in a trance with the funky song
Hanging Tough
Hanging Tough
Hanging Tough
We're rough
Hanging Tough
Hanging Tough
Hanging Tough

I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
I rock all mikes, I last all night
I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts
Everlast, that's my name,
My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame
The House Of Pain's the name of my clip
You can't be down, punk, get off my dick
You make me sick, like strawberry Quik,
Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
So yo step back, get off the crack,
And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Boom sha lock lock boom
Ball tongue
Ball tongue
Ball tongue
Ball tongue
Ball tongue
Ball tongue
Ball tongue
Ball tongue