Lirik Lagu Can You Handle This - Cypress Hill
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[Intro: Barron Ricks]That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?Green horn in a cadle style motherfucker
[Barron Ricks]Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matressBut limit the techniques to get freakNow look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deagoMacanoodle, out armadayo
[B-Real]Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)I'm the hill figure, deliver your body to the river (uh)How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin'
[Barron Ricks]Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your backWhich ever Squadron you attack yo I attackI got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pumpready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum
[B-Real]Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a sirenNiggas they be, barkin' and whilin'Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a move
[Barron Ricks]Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardonEse rollin', if you got it, pass it to the marginIf you want it greedy, come and get itAiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit
[B-Real]Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confusedDon't light a fuse or get bruisedLike a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glassfull of jack and smokin' hash
[Chorus: B-Real](So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this
(B-Real)Back up in the mills of the Cypress HillYou catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steelEverybody put their blunts up in the skyCause everybody's sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high
[Barron Ricks]At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that methodYo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutionsMe and B-Real want all our restitution'sthat means our back pays so niggas pay upNow, what the FUCK!!
[B-Real]I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habitsBringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli AutomaticWar is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friendIt'll be your end, it'll be your shadow
[Barron Ricks]Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competitionListen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shitlame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit
[B-Real]No competition can handle the whole missionBitches are wishin' me on but they won't last longFamily ties are fly, do you do or dieYou try to escape, all the visions up in your mind
[Chorus: B-Real](So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this
[Barron Ricks]Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matressBut limit the techniques to get freakNow look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deagoMacanoodle, out armadayo
[B-Real]Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)I'm the hill figure, deliver your body to the river (uh)How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin'
[Barron Ricks]Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your backWhich ever Squadron you attack yo I attackI got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pumpready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum
[B-Real]Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a sirenNiggas they be, barkin' and whilin'Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a move
[Barron Ricks]Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardonEse rollin', if you got it, pass it to the marginIf you want it greedy, come and get itAiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit
[B-Real]Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confusedDon't light a fuse or get bruisedLike a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glassfull of jack and smokin' hash
[Chorus: B-Real](So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this
(B-Real)Back up in the mills of the Cypress HillYou catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steelEverybody put their blunts up in the skyCause everybody's sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high
[Barron Ricks]At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that methodYo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutionsMe and B-Real want all our restitution'sthat means our back pays so niggas pay upNow, what the FUCK!!
[B-Real]I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habitsBringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli AutomaticWar is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friendIt'll be your end, it'll be your shadow
[Barron Ricks]Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competitionListen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shitlame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit
[B-Real]No competition can handle the whole missionBitches are wishin' me on but they won't last longFamily ties are fly, do you do or dieYou try to escape, all the visions up in your mind
[Chorus: B-Real](So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this
