笨小笨Armed and Dangerous (Explicit)歌词由C-BO演唱，出自专辑《OG Chronicles (Explicit)》，下面是《Armed and Dangerous (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Armed and Dangerous (Explicit)歌词完整版
Ready set go I'm ready to run
Steady we get though under the sun
About to let go
Show me respect though
It's gon' be a fat joint
Soul in your mental
Soul in your mental
We came from the bottom and rose to the top
Like the cream in your coffee burning hot
Burning hot
Climbing the Billboards for the number one spot
King of the block stop for a second to watch
Look and learn and loose your knot
No more bottles to pop no birds in the drop
But we still rollin'
We still rollin'
Pocket's swollen
Pockets swollen
We're locked and loaded then the scene exploded
We' solid as ever on any endeavour
Cypress Hill forever doesn't get any better
We came and saw
And conquered it all
Conquered it all
We're hungry for more like the kids in Darfur
Like the kids in Darfur
We live hard still armed and dangerous
We young love be alarmed don't play with us
Play the song Gotta bounce just to stay with us
Come along hit the bong and blaze with us
I'm the dog and I'm undisputed
And you've been recruited
I'm the general that your boy saluted
That your boy saluted
Give you a minute to see how we do it
How we do it
You've never seen such finesse cause you're so polluted
You're so polluted
I'm the king in this area hombre
Knocked 'em out the park when I'm standing on home plate
C'mon
So many years of blood sweat and tears
Without me the dogs stay switching the gears
But I'm still the same man from back in the day
And I'm still gettin' luck from Africa to L A
To L A
Jake One hit play burst started to sway
Every time I leave the city fools want me to stay
Want me to stay
Cause they stay loyal so it's harder to go
And like the lights
I got's to grow
That means I'll roll
I'll roll
But I'll return later
I'll return later
Give props to my peop
Le
And buckshots to haters
Buck buck
Raise your hands in the air like you're supposed to
And everybody scream like you're on a rollercoaster
We're down with the Costra Nostra
We smashing We sick jackin' and the Soul Assassins
Soul Assassins
The Hip hop culture we *****you both
Just as you caught in the rapture
All I hear is laugher
All I hear is laughter
In a year's time some of you punks won't matter
Let's see if you can hang if you can climb the ladder
You ain't a rapper you're a *****ing joke
You're a *****ing joke
A one shock hack on a track get your pass revoked
Get your pass revoked
I got keys to the city and we locking you out
We come hard for the paint
And I'm blocking you out
So run for the hills and hide in the can
We just put the mic' down and be that fan
And be that fan
With your petty hands outside the lobby
I'm a pro get my signature this ain't no hobby
