Stoned Raiders

1 for trouble, 8 for the road
7 to get ready when Im lettin off all my load
Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk
I gotcha, thumpin so hard
Up and down the boulevard
Im a natural born cap peela, strapped illa
Im the west coast settin it on, no ones reala
Getcha fix of the uncut funk
A small dose of the skunk weed, like its suppose to be
Move it up, just move it on out
Whatcha talkinbout son
I took the first shot, and its all over now
One nation under a groove
Smoke a pound for the strict of it
Everytime I make a move
Smooth and togetha
Raw like leatha
Aint goin out like a punk, neva
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Its the numba one money maker
Money take a, few steps back Im on a plane to Jamaica
Puffin a fat wada, talk shit
For the fool Im thinkin about, I got the ruff shit
Hard rock bone breaka
Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom
Assurt to assume
Never be lettin shit slide, no way
Bitch niggas can hide
But, Ill find they ass some day
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Wherever you are, putcha muthafuckin spliff in the air
Some dogs, like you gotta pair
When I kick to the metro
Lone clip, be lookin around
Cause this shit aint over with yet
People cant understand my situation
Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination
Fool, just take cover, its all over
WhenI break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove