Armed & Dangerous

By Cypress Hill

On Rise Up

Released on April 20, 2010

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[Verse 1: B-Real (Sen Dog)]

Ready, set, go, I'm ready to run

Steady we get doe under the sun

About to let go, show me respect though

This will effect your soul and your mental

We came from the bottom and rose to the top

Like the cream in your coffee - burning hot

Climbing the Billboard for the number one spot

King of the block - stop for a second to watch

Look and learn and loose your knot

No more bottles to pop, no birds in the drop

But - we still rollin'! (we still rollin'!) - Pocket's swollen. (pockets swollen!)

We're locked and loaded, then the scene exploded

We solid as ever on any endeavor

Cypress Hill forever, doesn't get any better

We - came and saw, we conquered it all

But we're hungry for more like the kids in Darfur


[Hook: B-Real]

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We on God, be alarmed, don't play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just say it with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us


[Verse 2: Sen Dog]

I'm the dog and I'm undisputed and you've been recruited

I'm the general that your boy saluted

Give you a minute to see how we do it

You've never seen such finesse cause you're so polluted

I'm the king in the city of Stone Gate

Knocked 'em out the park when I'm standing at home plate. (c'mon!)

So many years of blood sweat and tears

Without [?] the dogs steady switchin' the gears

But I'm still the same man from back in the day

And I'm still gettin' luck from Africa to L.A

Jake One hit play; burst started to sway

Every time I leave the city fools want me to stay

'Cause they stay loyal, so it's harder to go

And like the weed under the lights I gots to grow

That means I'll roll (I'll roll!) but I'll return later

Give props to my people, buckshots to haters (buck, buck)


[Hook]

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We on God, be alarmed, don't play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just say it with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We on God, be alarmed, don't play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just say it with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us


[Verse 3: B-Real (Sen Dog)]

Raise your hands in the air like you're supposed to

And everybody scream like you're on a rollercoaster

We're down with La Coka Nostra

We smashin', we Sick Jacken and the Soul Assassins

The hip-hop culture - we fuck you vultures

You caught in the rapture, all I hear is laughter

In a year's time some of you punks, won't matter

Let's see if you can hang as you can climb the ladder

You ain't a rapper, you're a fucking joke

A one-shock hack on a track, get your pass revoked

I got keys to the city and we lockin' you out

We come hard for the paint and I'm blockin' you out

So run for the hills and hide when you can

We just put the mic down and be that fan

With your pen in hand outside of the lobby

I'm a pro, get my signature, this ain't no hobby


[Hook]

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We on God, be alarmed, don't play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just say it with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us

We live hard, still armed and dangerous

We on God, be alarmed, don't play with us

Play the song, gotta bounce just say it with us

Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us