't drink it, just let it sink it Then start feelin' it, the funky Cypress Hill shit People ask, "Why do

question marks in time The sun plays with the windows As the man wakes up beside her Silences are awkward

for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you Killa Hill

(Everything I Do) I Do It For You (Faith Hill & Brandy) Lyrics Artist(Band):Faith Hill (Print

Drop the funk, drop the base Hit it, hit it for me Hit it, hit it for me Hit it, hit it for me Hit it, hit it for me What ya gonna do What ya gonna

Hill Comes raining on your brain bringing the blood stains Smeared on the sidewalk one mark dome

Break it up, Cypress Hill Break it up, Cypress Break it up, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill! ...

(Trad., arr. by Mark Erelli) When the sun goes back And the first quail calls Follow the drinking

Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill

But way before my record deal Streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill Made sure that I'd never go too far Every