Cisco Kid
Redman Lyrics


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We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
Let's get high
Let's get high

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red and Meth
Rollin' 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
DJ D just resonate it
Over my brain 'til it's saturated
Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
You're sittin' at home, feeling isolated

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 your bitch when I dug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
Write a gem or hyping them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track again, holla
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Call Superhead 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 yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)

Yeah, Sen Dog, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Get you 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 (show over)
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand when they hurl
Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L
What you talking 'bout I ain't 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 'til you wired up
'Til the Park Ranger call the firetruck
And said, "Hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?"
I said, You punk motherfucker, why do you want some?"
Yo, yo, yo give me that gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)




He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)

Overall Meaning

In the song "Cisco Kid" by Redman, the artists describe their love for smoking weed and how it affects their lives. They compare smoking weed to breathing it in like a chestful of air, and even mention the Ouija board as a tool for spreading their message. The song also features a reference to Cypress Hill, with the artists stating that they believe she is a "smokin' assassin" capable of filling their brains with weed until they are saturated. They also speak about the tradition of smoking blunts, claiming that they get filled like "Hershey Highways" and are enjoyed by hoes who love to hate it.


The song then turns to a discussion about conflict and fighting, with Redman suggesting that they can either talk it out or "slug it out." He goes on to say that he is "ahead of his time" and ready to settle the score like men. The song also features references to different types of drugs, from whiskey to hash and weed, and even mentions the effects of smoking a "four foot bong." Ultimately, "Cisco Kid" is a song about embracing a carefree lifestyle and enjoying the pleasures of life, such as smoking weed and drinking alcohol.


Line by Line Meaning

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
My rhymes hit you hard like weed smoke in your chest


Think you got endo, hold your breath
You might think you're ready for this, but hold your breath


Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth
I'm rapping on this song with Redman and Method Man


Holdin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
We're holding up a blunt while you're smoking a cassette tape


Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
We're the ones with the Ouija boards, spitting rhymes on CDs too


Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Let it settle in your arm, trust me


Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Guess who's here, it's the funky Redman


Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
With B-Real from Cypress Hill, smoking to kill


We think she's just resonated?
We're wondering if she's feeling the vibe


Fillin' my brain till it's saturated
This weed is hitting my brain hard


When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
When you grind up weed and make it stronger


Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Give it to the haters, who secretly love it


'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
Blunts get packed with weed like highways get packed with cars


I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
I don't care where you're sitting when I smoke


Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
Hanging out at the club, super high


You saving that bump(??), then isolate it
If you're saving some weed for later, keep it separate


Is there a Doctor in the house?
Is there someone who can handle this rhyme competition?


We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
We don't like that, and we'll make you regret it


Lemme show you what a thug about
Let me demonstrate what true toughness looks like


We can talk or we can slug it out
We could settle this peacefully or with violence


Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
You can whine and complain when I show you how tough I am


There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
I'm a skilled rapper that's better than the competition


Time to settle this, like men
It's time to put this matter to rest, like mature adults


I'm pipin' hot, exciting
My raps are on fire and thrilling


Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
I can rap anytime, anywhere, no problem


All day I drink and smoke
All day I'm drinking and smoking weed


Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Wearing shell toe shoes with socks pulled up


Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Slang for smoking weed at different levels of quality and price


Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
The producer Rocwilder is making the song better and better


Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Ask your friend what he wants to smoke, and pass it to him


'Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Because you haven't smoked anything yet, swallow your pride


Bang the track, bring your bat
Rap hard, bring your best game


Ain't too many that can hang with that
Not many can keep up with our skills


So why bother
Why even try if you can't keep up?


Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
We're referencing the character from the TV show, who was our friend


He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
He preferred whiskey, Pancho preferred wine


Yea, send all, and fall back
Send your best rap and see how it compares to ours


And who wrote on this track
Who's responsible for writing these lyrics?


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 battle each other


Soul assassins, Latin thugs
We're tough guys from the hip hop group Soul Assassins with a Latino background


Whole damn world know about us
Everyone knows who we are


Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
We're known for our rhymes and smoking weed


Get tus vatos all fucked up
We're getting our guys super high


And sing along to my get high song
Join us in singing this song about smoking weed


Had you choking off of four foot bong
We had you coughing a lot from smoking a four foot bong


Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Smoking weed with Cypress Hill is always a good choice


Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
We'll keep you smoking so much weed, you'll feel like Cheech and Chong


Yo, call me that Doctor
Call me Dr. Weed, because I know how to smoke


P-Funk or chronic blower
I'm a fan of Parliament-Funkadelic and smoking weed


Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
I'm smoking weed, carrying a gun, and doing business


Hash burns in your pull out sofa
Hash will ruin your furniture if you're not careful


This is my brain on drugs
This is what my mind is like when I'm high on drugs


Move out my way 'cause, cause I might run you over
Get out of my way, because I might trample you


Bitches bounce your titties
Women, shake your breasts


I bounce with a pump shotgun
I'm carrying a shotgun


Look out, the highest man in the world
Watch out, because I'm super high


Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Stealing your girl with ease


Can't drink and can't stand in the world
I'm too high to stand or drink


Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
Give me some weed, and I'll take two puffs before passing it on


What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
I'm already too high to party any harder


Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
I'm going to rap with a gun in my hand


Don't shoot nobody
Don't worry, I won't actually shoot anyone


What you ain't high enough?
Are you not high enough yet?


Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Do I need to restrain you to get you high?


Strap a bomb to your mouth
Put something explosive in your mouth


Till you wired up
Until you're energized or excited


Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
Until someone has to call the authorities to deal with the situation


And said ?Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on??
The authorities ask, what are you smoking?


I said ?Hey motherfucker, why do you want some??
I responded with attitude, why do you want to know?


Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Give me the gun, let's not resort to violence


Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Hold the weed, and 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!




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Charles Miller, Harold Brown, Howard Scott, LeRoy Jordan, Morris Dickerson, Thomas Allen, Lee Levitin

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