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
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
It's the numba one money maker
Money takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica
Puffin' a fat wada, talk sh*t
For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff sh*t
Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned Raider
In the Temple of Boom, assert to assume
Never be lettin' sh*t slide, no way
b*tch n*ggas can hide but, I'll find they ass some day
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Wherever you are, put'cha muthaf*ckin' spliff in the air
Some dogs, like you gotta pair
When I kick to the metro, lone clip, be lookin' around
'Cause this sh*t 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 muthaf*cka
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove