Cypress Hill Intellectual Dons Lyrics

Intellectual Dons lyrics
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O' Da Wild
Give big shouts to money makin' Manhattan
145th street crews, 155th street crews
All my niggaz on the East Side
We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this
Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do

Me things no money sat on Monies chicks
Fillin' Barcadi on club seats
Harm's represent the crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate
Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats
Crews stand like mannequins sportin' names is Tim's
I'll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline
And supportin' your kittens if you're convinced
They keep the scripts movie-men

Experience and hard is [Incomprehensible]
Has captured run for the [Incomprehensible]]
Mischievous black kids dipped in black hooches
Ruthless the caswendler stupid used to pump with the any gooier
Now let the card hold the futures

Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual trauma causing dime

B Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks
And non-raps that can't bonely manifest the Buddha blessed
Freshly dressed rollin' in the clubs for success
I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex
The five six I'm livin' fortune of survival tactics
Keepin' my enemies close and all my niggaz out of business
What is this?
Slicey characters spreadin' my business
Fragments that can't manage that do damage yo I had it

Environmental pressure causing static
In fabric of the asiac cabbage it's madness
All this I'm civilized now what do I now?
Run these avenues buck wild with crews now who is it?
Makin' all you critics fiend these lyrics
And be the core
Yes y'all comin' through on your premises
This is it

Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
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Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma

Know I'm sayin'?
Big shouts to my sacred projects connections know I'm sayin'?
All my brothers on 113th Lexus to dial Know I'm sayin'?
Big shouts to the Les baby we see you

Put on Stella performances
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changin' rusty engines and courting
And while you Foreman fools wanna shorten my life
My life is like survival organs
It's not important that you're this lyrical dissertation
Tossing lineal seeing precitals break your vinyl
Chronically spotting spiral perhaps spinning out wax
Yo nas put the black wars on elegant floors
The teachers got operations make 'em insecure

Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour
Affiliates with my predominately black landscape
Hop the squad I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot
Jostling nigga glocked him playing possum
I got the X-ray vision
Ain't nothing poppin' while the tears who interfere
And the fears they disappear

Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the intellectual ganja puffin' dons

Ah man, that's the Call O' Da Wild flavor baby
I can't take it no more I'm outta here baby
But before we get up out I wanna give big shouts
To all the Buddha spots that made this possible

Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby
The discount health foods know I'm sayin'?
All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness
Big shouts to the party bag shop
To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit
Yeah, we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side
Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby, it's like that, yeah