Can You Handle This Lyrics - Cypress Hill

(Intro: Barron Ricks) 

That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what? 

Green horn in a cadle style motherf**ker 

(Barron Ricks) 

Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress 

But limit the techniques to get freak 

Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deago 

Macanoodle, out armadayo 

(B-Real) 

Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail 

(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga) 

I'm the hill figure, deliver your body to the river (uh) 

How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin' 

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(Barron Ricks) 

F**k it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back 

Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack 

I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump 

ready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum 

(B-Real) 

Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a siren 

Niggas they be, barkin' and whilin' 

Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin' 

Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a move 

(Barron Ricks) 

Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardon 

Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the margin 

If you want it greedy, come and get it 

Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, f**kin' freak of shit 

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(B-Real) 

Motherf**kers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused 

Don't light a fuse or get bruised 

Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass 

full of jack and smokin' hash 

(Chorus: B-Real) 

(So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this 

(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit 

(So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this 

(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f**k with this 

(B-Real) 

Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill 

You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel 

Everybody put their blunts up in the sky 

Cause everybody's sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high 

(Barron Ricks) 

At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that method 

Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions 

Me and B-Real want all our restitution's 

that means our back pays so niggas pay up 

Now, what the F**K! 

(B-Real) 

I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits 

Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic 

War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friend 

It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow 

(Barron Ricks) 

Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin' 

dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competition 

Listen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shit 

lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit 

(B-Real) 

No competition can handle the whole mission 

Bitches are wishin' me on but they won't last long 

Family ties are fly, do you do or die 

You try to escape, all the visions up in your mind 

(Chorus: B-Real) 

(So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this 

(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit 

(So can you handle this) They can't f**kin' handle this 

(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't f**k with this