Put it Down

Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the pipe down Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down Put ya, put ya bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the blunt down Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down Put ya blunt down, and listen up now [Johnny Richter] You know, Southern California be the home of the highest Between the Hill and Kottonmouth, we smokin' nothin' but the fniest The weed incredible, this an unstoppable team We down with Cypress like our ese's be down with thirteens Never both rights cause they simply below us Don't mess around with street vendors, strictly go to the growers And everybody who know us, we gettin' outta space high They be like bye-biddy-bye-biddy-biddy-bye-bye [B-Real] I put the blunt down, here's the run down, by the sun down Slide us out the joint, I'll get you high, you gon' come down Catch a contact, homie, watch as I take hits Show me who you know that'll take bigger vape hits Everybody grows, let me know if you need some Tell me what you want, you can call Dr. Greenthumb Put the blunt down, if I'm wrong, well homie Then I'm stoned, that's what happens when you hit the fuckin' bong, wow Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down Put ya, put ya bong down, put the bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the blunt down, put the blunt down Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down Put ya blunt down, and listen up now [D-Loc] Y'all motherfuckers know the deal It's Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress Hill Got that shit that bump, y'all know what's up This D-Double-Dash, don't give a fuck Got the kush wrapped up like I could kill Don't act tough, the hood gets real Get them backs, don't get slick I'm feelin' kinda good and gotta itch One more time for ya mind, here I go with my rhyme I'm a get it from the front, you can get it from behind Sen Dog and B-Real put it down for the Krown Got the people shook up off the smoke from the pound [B-Real] Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell Maybe we can lace another load, make the song sell Let me roll this hash leaf, kush in the middle son If you never put it in we rollin' you a little one Dude put the brownie down, you're a fuckin' lightweight We're smokin' at four-twenty, well you're searchin' for the right date High when I hit it then get you hammered in a second son Take a fuckin' hit and get in line for the second one Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down Put ya, put ya bong down, put the bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the blunt down, put the blunt down Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down Put ya blunt down, and listen up now [Sen Dog] So now you know, you better struggle All you busters better hit the back door We ain't frontin', that's what it's all about Somebody put this gat up in this fool's mouth [Daddy X] (Sen Dog) Welcome to the west coast where the real tokers stay They should rename this the cannabis state You can't relate if you ain't from the area We got that one-hitter quitter that'll bury ya It get scarier when clones cross-pollenize Hydroponics, cripnotic, supersonic, madinotic You wake up and you still feelin' groggy yeah Heads foggy like cereal, that's soggy yeah You pack the bong but you can't find your lighter still I load it twice so somebody call Cypress Hill Sen Dog, you got a fire for a brother man (I got some fire but your lighter's still up in ya hand) Put the pipe down, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down Put ya bong down, put ya, put ya bong down Put ya, put ya bong down, put the bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the blunt down, put the blunt down Put ya pipe down, put ya bong down Put ya blunt down, and listen up now [Sen Dog] Hit 'em with the sick shit, just like The Misfits Kottonmouth and Cypress Hill always kick the dope shit Down with Daddy X, D-Loc and Johnny Richter Southern Cali's most high, do you get the picture We don't stop, we just keep on dumpin' With the spit that kill, a homeboy ain't lackin' nothing From the streets of Southie all the way to O-C Anywhere around the world that smokes the dope weed We got what it takes, kush bud, hash cakes Smoke filled room when the dip takes place I be comin' on strong, on the song like Tommy Chong Beatin' on my chest, mad dog, King Kong Here's another verse from the dog that came first We comin' at you hard from the ghetto to the surf I be putting in work so just stay up off my turf Or I'll have your home boy straight callin' for a hearse Put the blunt down and listen up now