Letras:
Three Weeks Groove

screaming She spins the world round I want to stop Bittersweet again Her opening move Down and out in black Soft shiny and smooth Looks like the alien Crowd got groove

shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga [B-Real] '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three

back In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, i'm blowin' the pack Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later The last day of the week

had Clyde Drex' Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a week Niggaz don't know the face and

Now we're checkin' more bank than ever Mind over matter So you gotta have mind Pale Like your brother say Mind over matter I can drop rhymes in two and threes

the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three

' on the duce duce OZ And I be killin' me how many thick fees I see Getting bubbly waitin' for Stokes and T I spit a little game at three Tryin' to talk

Portland had Clyde Drex' Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep Keep 'em on a leash I move like days in a week Niggaz don't know the

ages They're all out to cane their wages Proper chuffed that we turned up 'Cause a week of work can get you wound up Jukebox has got a great selection A little groove