Karaoké When the Shit Goes Down Cypress Hill

Livin' on fat pockets on full with the gat

Rollin' around the nine deuce Cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke your ass if you wanna come and chat

That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin'

They follow

A hollow point shell's hard to swallow

Why wallow when you come to roll on

I put the clip in the four-five

Bring your ass on

Left kickin' dust as you hear the gat bust

My crib's surrounded

I'm about to get rushed

I brushed with death

How many shells stuffed in my closet where my big chrome things kept

When the shit goes down you better be ready

When the shit goes down

When the shit goes down you better be ready

When the shit goes down

When the shit goes down you better be ready

When the shit goes down

When the shit goes down you better be ready

You better be ready

I told the boys Get the sawed off

Glock and the rest of the gats as I strapped on the bullet-proof vest

Boom

I think I caught one to the chest

Hot damn

I didn't wanna kill a man

Shit I still stand tall with the Hill clan

Y'all better stand back

Niggas 'bout to fall

I'm comin' out blastin' like Yosemite Sam

Got the cheese and the bread for the ham

When the shit goes down you better be ready

When the shit goes down

When the shit goes down you better be ready

When the shit goes down

When the shit goes down you better be ready

When the shit goes down

When the shit goes down you better be ready

You better be ready