Lyrics:

[Intro - samples + vocals]

'Once again!'

[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill

'Once again' .. 'Once again!'

[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill

'The greatest show on Earth!'

'Once again!'

[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill

'Back again!'

'Once again!'

[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill

'I bring to YOU'



[Verse One: B-Real]

Welcome everyone, take ya places

It's great seein all these familiar faces

You want thug shit? We got a lot of it

You wanna get high? I'm on top of it

You want bottles? C'mon, we poppin it

You want a revolution? Ain't no stoppin it

Enemies try to fire back

Desire that, find you where the tire track

Cause we run ya down son, but in spite of that

Got a joint? Fools give me my lighter back

... I'ma light up the bomb

I'ma blaze 'til we set off the fire alarm

No need for evacuation

Find a honey that's ill for ejaculation

She got friends, well the more the merrier

No limits, no worries, no more barriers



[Chorus 2X: B-Real, mixed with samples]

Once again it's Cypress Hill

We some ill-ass niggaz straight bumpin the field

Smoke it up, from now until

somebody calls out steel and we live for the thrill



[Verse Two: B-Real]

Plug the mic in, and I'll move the crowd

Neighbors get mad cause the music's loud

I send a few girls in the hall to talk

Crusty old man never called the cops

No pistols, if you get my drift yo

You pull one and miss better slit yo' wrists bro

This ain't a gangsta party

But if you turn it into one a bullet might pierce yo' body

Relax, there's a lot of girls in here

You shitfaced niggaz, don't earl in here

Don't break shit or take nothin, mind your manners

Or your head goes BOOM like it's fuckin skanless

But we ain't for all that right now, just chill out

We can pop bottles or let the blood spill out

Cuanta, suck it up, shut your trap

Before you lose that fine-ass girl on your lap



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: B-Real]

You wanna room? Let me clear one out

But while I'm gone, just don't let the beers run out

In the morn' we can watch all the tears come out

When the pigs come, a nigga wanna hear one out

For now, we can pass the time

Blazin it up, if you slow you the last in line

Got a roach, so what? You ain't spent a dime

You ungrateful-ass critter, back the hell of mine

You can, lose the life or lose the knife

Use the pipe, but I can't lose tonight

All the girls bein picky who they chose tonight

You better hope you chillin with the right crew tonight

See that girl over there? Yeah she like your style

Probably seen her on the video 'Girls Gone Wild'

Hesitation is constipation

of your game when you're in for a night of elation



[Chorus]