Put the pipe down, put the put the pipe down, put the put the pipe down,
Put the pipe down!,
put cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha bong down!
put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down
And listen up now!
You know southern california be the home of the highest
Between the Hill and Kottonmouth we smokin’ nothin’ but the finest
The weed incredible, this an unstoppable team
We down with Cypress like our S-A’s be down with thirteens
Never both rights cuz 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
Put the blunt down, heres the run down, by the sun down
Slide us out the joint, i`ll get you high before come down
Catch a contact, homie watch as I take hits
Show me who you know, that’ll take bigger vap hits
Everybody grows let me know if you need some
Tell me what you want you can call Dr. Green thumb
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 cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha bong down!
put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down
And listen up now!
Y’all mutha fuckas know the deal, its Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress hill
Got that shit that bump, yall know wassup, 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 backs, don’t get slick, i`m feelin’ kinda good and gotta itch
1 more time for ya mind, here I go wit 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 tha smoke from the pound
Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell
Maybe we can lace another load, make the song sail
Let me roll this hash leaf, Kush in the middle son, if you never puttin
Then we rollin’ you a little one, dude put the brownie down you’re a fukin lightweight
We’re smoking out four twenty, well your searchin for the right date
High up on the hill, then get you hammered in a second son
Take a fukin 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 cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha bong down!
put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down
And listen up now!
So now you know, you better struggle, all you bustas betta hit the back door
We aint frontin’, that’s what its all about, somebody put this gat up in this fools mouth
Welcome to the west coast, where the real tokas stay
They should rename this the cannibus state, you can’t relate if you aint from the area
We got that one-hitter quitter that’ll bury ya, it gets scary when clones cross-pollonize
Hydroponics, crip-notic, supersonic, madinotic, you wake up and u still feelin’ groggy yea
Heads foggy like cereal that’s soggy yea, you pack the bong but you cant find your lighter still, I load it twice so somebody call Cypress Hill
Sen dog you gots a fire for a brother man?
I gots some fire but ya lighters 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 cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha bong down!
put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down
And listen up now!
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’
Wit the spit that kill, homeboy ain’t lackin nothing
From the streets of SouthCali, all the way to OC
Any where 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 commin’ on strong, on the song like Tommy Chong,
Beatin’on my chest mad dog, king kong, Heres another verse from the dog that came first
We commin 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 ya homeboy straight callin' for a Hurst
Put the blunt down, And listen up now!
