Cisco Kid
Method Man & Redman Lyrics
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Think you got endo, hold your breath
Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth
Holdin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
Fillin' my brain till it's saturated
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it
Is there a Doctor in the house?
We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
'Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother
[Chorus]
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
Yea, send all, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
Get tus vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
Yo, call me that Doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way 'cause, cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
Don't shoot nobody
What you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Till you wired up
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
And said ?Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on??
I said ?Hey motherfucker, why do you want some??
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight bitch!
[Chorus: x2]
The song "Cisco Kid" by Method Man & Redman is a rap song that contains references to smoking weed and the effects it has on one's mind and body. The lyrics talk about how weed is compared to "flowing rhymes" and how it can be so strong that it can make the person feel like they are holding their breath. The song also features references to Cypress Hill, who are known for their love of weed, and talks about how the presence of Cypress Hill's music can make the weed high even stronger.
The chorus of the song refers to the Cisco Kid, who is a character from a Western TV series of the same name. The song mentions how the Cisco Kid drank whiskey and how his friend Pancho drank wine. This reference to a historical figure helps to highlight the carefree and nonchalant attitude of the rappers towards drug use.
Line by Line Meaning
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
I rap effortlessly, like smoke entering your lungs
Think you got endo, hold your breath
If you think you have good weed, hold your breath and listen to us rap
Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth
We are rapping together, Method Man and Redman
Holdin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
We are holding a joint that's fat, while smoking a cassette tape
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
We smoke weed and use a Ouija board to communicate with spirits
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
We spread our message like a tattoo on the arm, have faith in us
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
It's Method Man and Redman, the funky duo
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
We are smoking potent weed with Cypress Hill, the famous rap group
We think she's just resonated?
We think the weed has affected us vibrationally?
Fillin' my brain till it's saturated
The weed has filled our brains to the point of being overwhelmed
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
When you grow and prepare your own weed
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Give it to the women who love to smoke and talk negatively about it
'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
Rolling blunts is as easy as filling up Hershey chocolate bars
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
I don't care who watches me smoke weed
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
We are relaxing at a rainbow-colored place while being high
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it
Are you saving some weed for later, then smoke it alone
Is there a Doctor in the house?
Who is the expert or authority on this matter?
We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
We don't want to hear from anyone who disagrees
Lemme show you what a thug about
Let me demonstrate my toughness
We can talk or we can slug it out
We can either converse or physically fight
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
You can whine like a coward when I fight you
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
I'm a prodigy, way ahead of my time
Time to settle this, like men
It's time to resolve this issue maturely
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
I'm confident and intense
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
I can handle physical action or just stir up the crowd, regardless
All day I drink and smoke
I consume alcohol and weed all day
Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Wearing Adidas sneakers with my pants tucked into them
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
I'm talking about money, starting from small to large
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
The music producer Rocwilder is doing a great job with the beat
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Ask your friend who understands what's up, then share some weed
'Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Because you haven't smoked anything, you might as well swallow your spit
Bang the track, bring your bat
Let's enjoy the beat and bring some energy
Ain't too many that can hang with that
Not many people can keep up with our skills and style
So why bother
So why even try to compete
Yea, send all, and fall back
Send others to the front and retreat yourself
And who wrote on this track
Who is the writer of this song
I don't really give a fuck
I don't really care
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Stop writing and let's fight together
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
We are affiliated with the rap group Soul Assassins and proud of our Latin culture
Whole damn world know about us
Our fame and reputation are worldwide
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
We rap with great skills and smoke a lot of weed
Get tus vatos all fucked up
Get you guys high and messed up
And sing along to my get high song
Join me in singing my song about getting high
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Had you coughing after smoking from a four-foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Smoking weed with Cypress Hill is always a good idea
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
We keep our fans smoking like the famous comedy duo Cheech and Chong
Yo, call me that Doctor
Address me as the expert
P-Funk or chronic blower
I am a fan of Parliament-Funkadelic and weed smoker
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
I enjoy smoking weed and am ready to fight or carry a heavy load on my back
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
Hash has burned through your fold-out couch
This is my brain on drugs
This is how I act when high on drugs
Move out my way 'cause, cause I might run you over
Get out of my way in case I accidentally hurt you
Bitches bounce your titties
Women, shake your breasts
I bounce with a pump shotgun
I bounce with a shotgun in hand
Look out, the highest man in the world
Watch out for the most intoxicated man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
I'm taking your girl with me while holding her hand
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
I'm too high to drink or stand up straight
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
Guys, smoke two puffs then give me the joint
What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
I'm too high to even engage in partying
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
A three-person group with a firearm enters the stage
Don't shoot nobody
Let's not hurt anyone
What you ain't high enough?
Are you not intoxicated enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Do I have to physically restrain you?
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Tie a bomb to your mouth
Till you wired up
Until you're ready to explode
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
Until the park ranger calls the firefighters
And said ?Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on??
And asked, what are you smoking?
I said ?Hey motherfucker, why do you want some??
I replied, why do you want some?
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Give me the gun, we don't have to engage in violence
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Hold the joint, I'll light it for you
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
No one wants to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight bitch!
With all this weed, let's get high tonight, guys!
[Chorus]
Repeats the chorus of the song as is
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: CHARLES MILLER, HAROLD RAY I. BROWN, HOWARD E. SCOTT, LE ROY L. JORDAN, LEE OSKAR, MORRIS DEWAYNE DICKERSON, SYLVESTER ALLEN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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LYRICS:
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you got endo, hold your breath
Spittin on the track with Red and Meth
Holdin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill
We think she's just resonated?
Fillin my brain till it's saturated
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin at the rainbow high and faded
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it
Is there a Doctor in the house?
We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin hot, exciting
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
Yea, send all, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Soul assasins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Get tus vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
Yo, call me that Doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way cuz, cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
Don't shoot nobody
What you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Till you wired up
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
And said "Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on?"
I said "Hey motherfucker, why do you want some?"
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight. BITCH!
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
@Dave_61
Best stoner film in history.
God bless Method Man and Redman!
@user-qx8zp9xe9m
After c e c
@keirchick4920
2020 still bumping it , like , let me know who's still loves this tune!!
@osho2052
like MJ says: you are not alone ;)
@tonyllamas6717
👺👌💨
@popacosmin92
✌️here
@kadecalibre9279
fuck yeah
@silky8267
(Upvote my post because I have self esteem issues)
@adnanojd
Always part of my hip hop’s most blunted playlist, 2023 and still blazin 🇯🇲🔥💨💨
@shamarmiller1281
You dun know ... big up lol