A to the K
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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Hey, man
Check this out
I got the best kush ever, man
Aw, man
I've been so out
You got sent from heaven
All right, man, light it up, homes
Okay, check it out, man

I'm the original Dr. Green-thumb, the rest are liars
I'm the one with the prescription to get you higher
I got every type of weed that you might desire
Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired
Any kind of flavor you savor, I can do you the favor
Just as long as you share with your neighbor
Some like the Sour D, that's an East Coast way
But on the West Coast we all know Kush is queen
Some of y'all will smoke anything, but me, I'm picky
I throw it out if I don't see that it's green and sticky
No stress, no bush, I'm pushing the Kush
When I harvest, put a K on the bag like the Nike swoosh
All over the world, in case you wonder
I smoked everywhere I went, they call me the weed hunter
But no one does it better like we do in Cali
Just ask one of my patients 'cause they always tell me that the

K-U-S-H keeps us so high
The K-U-S-H keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit

Kottonmouth Kings are down with us
Snoop Dogg and Dre are down with us
Cheech and Chong, they're down with us
But the DEA, they can get the nuts
On the Hard Times cover, you might see us
Taking hits from the bong with the Aprons on
With weed so strong, that knockout King Kong
Hit it one good time, your mind's gone
Your eyes get red and your mouth goes dry
Just get me when you want more and I'll supply
Red and Meth said let's get stoned, I said how high
They said high enough to touch God and kiss the sky
That's a tall order, but I think I got what you need
I got the food-for-thought and I'm ready to feed
So, follow my lead, I got the gifts to bring
It's an everyday life for the reefer king

K-U-S-H keeps us so high
The K-U-S-H keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit

I got the cream of the crop, my crop means cream
When it's time to bag it up I assemble the team
Like the Yankees, most winning, grand champs of the herb
Nothing gets you like the type of medicine I serve
Lawyers, teachers, actors, street cleaners
No matter what they are, they all come to see the reefer
They stay high 24 like Kiefer
I tell 'em don't hit it too hard, this is a creepa
Woody Harrelson is down with us
Bruce Willis smokes hard, he's down with us
Yeah, Willie Nelson is down with us
Who the fuck you think drives the ganja bus?
Dionne Warwick she's down with us
She got popped at the airport with joints and such
So if anyone asks, she's down with us
And you don't want to enter my weed in the cannabis cup
I'm Green-thumb, I reign supreme, son
A strain better than mine, I've never seen one
The K-U-S-H keeps us so high that you can't concentrate
Dave Chappelle is down with us
Halle Barry, too, but don't tell no one
KRS One is down with us
He's a blunt getting smoked and he can't wake up

K-U-S-H keeps us so high
The K-U-S-H keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit




The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit

Overall Meaning

Cypress Hill's "A to the K" is a gangsta rap song that lyrically depicts the rough and dangerous lifestyle of gang members. The opening lines of the song suggest that the subject matter is something that is ubiquitous in the media, and refers to the AK-47 assault rifle. The lyrics go on to portray the life of a gang member who spends his life trying to get rich through various illegal means, including drug dealing and robbery. This person is depicted as someone who is always ready to use his weapon to get what he wants and protect his territory.


The lyrics suggest that the gang member has a group of like-minded friends, and together they form a tight circle. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "A to the motherfucking K homeboy", referring to the AK-47 assault rifle being the weapon of choice for gang members. The lyrics also refer to the violent confrontations that are common in the world of gangs, where loyalty and respect are earned through bloodshed.


The song's title suggests that the AK-47 assault rifle is a powerful weapon and a symbol of power in gang culture. The lyrics explain how the gun is used to instill fear in others, to protect what is one's own, and to settle disputes. Cypress Hill is known for creating music that depicts the struggles of life in the inner city, and "A to the K" is no exception.


Line by Line Meaning

Look bib you it heard on the radio
You may have heard about my actions on the radio


You seen it on the TV show, A to the K
You may have seen it on TV, which is A to the K


A to the motherfucking Z
From A to Z, I am in control


One, life has begun for the roughneck
For a tough guy like me, life starts now


Kid who was gonna put niggaz in check
I am going to show everyone who's boss


Eighteen G's, for the green
I've got $18,000 for the deal


Obscene and it's for the time being
It's dirty money for now


I'm pickin' nine, hell I'm out to get mine
I am choosing my weapon and I am taking what's mine


And pick two homies, three combine
I am bringing two friends to help me


Next thing you know, jump in the six fo'
We get in the car and drive away


Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the door
We approach our target and prepare to break in


Couple niggaz from the east side, headed eastbound
Two guys from the east side are driving towards us


Lookin' for a pound to haul around town
They are looking to score some drugs


Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground
One of them tries to act tough, but I stay strong


Hear the slug comin' when it come you fall down
When the gun goes off, they hit the ground


Buck down, dead sound that's what you found
Their fate is sealed, they are dead and gone


That's what you get when you fuck with the brown
They messed with the wrong people


Dog, Sen is comin' to the mound
My friend Sen is coming to join us


La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound
The Cypress crew destroys their hideout


Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground
Things escalate quickly and eight guys are killed


What do you know? what go around come around
Karma catches up with them


Six for the pig and his punk hound
We take out the cops and their dogs


Hail to the King pig or you get crowned
We are the new rulers of this area


Or better yet I'll roll you up like a fat J
If you don't comply, you'll be taken out as well


Give me that weed fool and all your loot too
We take their drugs and money


I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
We have extra muscle and drugs for our crew


Loaded and cocked for any hard rock
We are always prepared for violence


If you're takin' my weed, I'm takin' over your spot
If you try to steal from us, we take over your territory


Keep your face down as I take your pound
Stay quiet as we take your stash


Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground
No one should move until we leave


Stay still and don't make a sound
Stay quiet and don't move


As I get out the door headed eastbound
We leave and head towards the east


But why did the fool try to act brave?
Why did he try to stand up to us?


(Act brave)


Clip from the nine equals six to the grave
Getting shot with a gun is a one-way ticket to the grave


It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
It's about to get serious


(It's gonna be on, goin' on)


Give me that weed fool and all your loot too
We'll take everything you have


I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
We are not alone and we have drugs too


Loaded and cocked for any hard rock
We are always ready for a fight


If you're takin' my weed, I'm takin' over your spot
Stealing from us means we will take over


Keep your face down as I take your pound
Stay low while I take your drugs


Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground
Remain still and don't make a sound


Stay still and don't make a sound
Stay quiet and don't move


As I get out the door headed eastbound
We leave and head east




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Written by: Jack Gonzalez, Louise Freese, Demerick Shelton Ferm

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Comments from YouTube:

@esburnside

As a nerdy nervous white boy, I've locked doors and put this down in certain "areas"

@devious187

Never forget, outside of the weed songs Cypress is gangsta as fuck

@megustarc

Now youโ€™ll remember, current flows in a diode from the anode to the cathode. a to the k.

@StrangeAttractor

saw them live at Osheaga Montreal 2016, that set went OFF, most energy of the whole weekend. Legends.

@rebeccabowron1055

This song has always been my favorite I would start singing it when it would start playing.

@henrirennet9306

A child is born with no state of mind, blind to the ways of mankind...

@justloveeachother4884

Legendary.

@carstentonnies7380

Man this was the sickest rap album of 90's imo along side Biggies albums but this just hits differently. I was 18 when this came out in 93, i was in YOI, which i suppose is like Juvvie hall in U.S. i used to blast this out on my 3D Super Woofer in my cell while sinkin Buckets, gettin HIGH AS FUCK, Glen parva soldiers of the 1990's stand the fuck up!!! You know who you are!!! RESPECT

@eco_man_8652

Still One Of The Best ...

@asher666

Respect ๐Ÿ™Œ

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