U Know the Rules (Mi Vida Loca) [feat. Cypress Hill]

Well, it's the alley cat, puffin' on a hoody mack

Some say I'm a titere, but I ain't all of that

Hit you wit a baseball bat if you try to ill though

Fuck around, you get bucked on the hill bro

Mr. Tony Toca, rollin' wit the joker

East LA to Bushwick, costa notra

Bring it to you bitch ass cliques like we supposed ta

Cypress Hill in full effect wit the mota

Ain't nothin' changed, but the date, so fuck the jake

Expect me to cut the cake, it's much too late

I'm takin' it all, send you to the back of the line

Breakin' you off, watchin' you react to the rhyme

Me packin' a nine, nah that's a whole nother game

'Cause if I'm forced to pull out, I'ma blow out ya brain

Aye yo, we do what we feel, never go wit the grain

Tony Touch and B-Real still goin' insane

Mi Vida Loca, gat blast

Money moves, you snooze, you loose

Punk ****, you know the rules

We strike first, hit hard, no regard

We move weight, international, state to state

Mi Vida Loca, gat blast

Money moves, you snooze, you loose

Punk ****, you know the rules

We strike first, hit hard, no regard

We move weight, international, state to state

Magnifico, here we go, me and Tony Toca

My name ain't Ricky, but I'm livin' the vida loca

Serial rhyme killa, the table spinna

Eatin' you pussies up, havin' you for dinna

Like a fur tinna, makin' you lose it over the years like a winna

I can't abuse it like a beginner, I center the flow, control tempa

We enter the party wit bounce, shit'll go getta

All this otha shit don't really matta

I'd rather pee over your grave, relievin' my bladda

Ain't nothin' sadda, the mad hatta

Make yo spine shatta, keep climbin' the ladda

You try to follow afta

I'm sorry to shatta your dreams, splatta your spleen, scatta ya team

Bad as it seem, ****'ll follow the beam

Money, cream, funny things, happen when you runnin' things

Mi Vida Loca, gat blast

Money moves, you snooze, you loose

Punk ****, you know the rules

We strike first, hit hard, no regard

We move weight, international, state to state

Mi Vida Loca, gat blast

Money moves, you snooze, you loose

Punk ****, you know the rules

We strike first, hit hard, no regard

We move weight, international, state to state

Time to put a little pressure, by the aggressor

You get no lesser, microphone finesser

Rhymes go like Crenshaw, of this endeavor

Whether you gather the gold or never become richer

See the punk **** bitch up

Pains came like a woman ass, switch up

You rhyme on the mic like you ate a dick up

Mouth full, blown talk, got the hiccups

Pick up your brain off the ground wit the vacuum cleaner

Life's a bitch like Elliot, Misdemeanor

I'll hack yo ass up wit the sharp cleaver, through the receiver

Spot a like rhyme weaver, follow the leader

Shit's off the fuckin' meter, drum beater

Side reader, while we puffin' the cold heeba

Mi Vida Loca, gat blast

Money moves, you snooze, you loose

Punk ****, you know the rules

Yeah, Mr. Cocotasso, hit you wit a baso

Say hello to my little friend, posa caso

Tato, now that's all she wrote

Mothafuckas think I fell for the okie doke

But you can quote me loc, 'cause the joke's on you

Soul Assassins in the house, you betta hold on too

Now you can watch these rap **** just roll on through

Or you can get up and get involved, it's on you

You know da rules