[Intro]

"Guilty... before Almighty God

Guilty... before His Son

Guilty, before the whole human race

It's the Lord who expels you... He who is coming to

Judge you..."

It is the Lord who is coming to judge both the living, and the dead

God himself who commends you...

[Verse 1: B-Real]

1 for trouble, 8 for the road

7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load

Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk

I got'cha, thumpin' so hard

Up and down the blvd.,

I'm a natrual-born cap-peela', strapped illa

I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala'

Get'cha fix of the uncut funk

A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be

Move it up, just move it on out

What'cha talkin'bout son

I got the first shot, and it's 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

Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva

[Hook]

Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove

Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove

[Verse 2: B-Real]

It's the numba one money maker

Money takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica,(Am I)

Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit

For the fool I'm 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, I'll find they ass some day

[Hook]

Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air,

Sound off, like you gotta pair,

When I kick to the metro

Lone clip, be lookin' around

Cause this shit ain't over with yet

People can't understand my situation

Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination

Fool, just take cover, it's all over

When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka

[Hook]

Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove

Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove

Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove