| Song | Stoned Raiders |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs, Reyes | |
| 1 for trouble, 8 for the road | |
| 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load | |
| Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk | |
| I got'cha, thumpin' so hard | |
| Up and down the boulevard | |
| I'm a natural born cap peela', strapped illa | |
| I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala' | |
| Getcha fix of the uncut funk | |
| A small dose of the skunk ******, like it's suppose to be | |
| Move it up, just move it on out | |
| What'cha talkin'bout son | |
| I took the first shot, and it's all over now | |
| One nation under a groove | |
| Smoke a pound for the strict of it | |
| Everytime I make a move | |
| Smooth and togetha | |
| Raw like leatha | |
| Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva | |
| Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove | |
| Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove | |
| It's the numba one money maker | |
| Money take a, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica | |
| Puffin' a fat wada, talk ******t | |
| For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff ******t | |
| Hard rock bone breaka | |
| Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom | |
| Assurt to assume | |
| Never be lettin' ******t slide, no way | |
| ****** ******s can hide | |
| But, I'll find they ass some day | |
| Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove | |
| Wherever you are, put'cha mutha******' spliff in the air | |
| Some dogs, like you gotta pair | |
| When I kick to the metro | |
| Lone clip, be lookin' around | |
| Cause this ******t ain't over with yet | |
| People can't understand my situation | |
| Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination | |
| Fool, just take cover, it's all over | |
| When I break ya off a chunk of this mutha******a | |
| Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove | |
| Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove | |
| Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs, Reyes | |
| 1 for trouble, 8 for the road | |
| 7 to get ready when I' m lettin' off all my load | |
| Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk | |
| I got' cha, thumpin' so hard | |
| Up and down the boulevard | |
| I' m a natural born cap peela', strapped illa | |
| I' m the west coast settin' it on, no one' s reala' | |
| Getcha fix of the uncut funk | |
| A small dose of the skunk , like it' s suppose to be | |
| Move it up, just move it on out | |
| What' cha talkin' bout son | |
| I took the first shot, and it' s all over now | |
| One nation under a groove | |
| Smoke a pound for the strict of it | |
| Everytime I make a move | |
| Smooth and togetha | |
| Raw like leatha | |
| Ain' t goin' out like a punk, neva | |
| Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove | |
| Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove | |
| It' s the numba one money maker | |
| Money take a, few steps back I' m on a plane to Jamaica | |
| Puffin' a fat wada, talk t | |
| For the fool I' m thinkin' about, I got the ruff t | |
| Hard rock bone breaka | |
| Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom | |
| Assurt to assume | |
| Never be lettin' t slide, no way | |
| s can hide | |
| But, I' ll find they ass some day | |
| Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove | |
| Wherever you are, put' cha mutha' spliff in the air | |
| Some dogs, like you gotta pair | |
| When I kick to the metro | |
| Lone clip, be lookin' around | |
| Cause this t ain' t over with yet | |
| People can' t understand my situation | |
| Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination | |
| Fool, just take cover, it' s all over | |
| When I break ya off a chunk of this mutha a | |
| Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove | |
| Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove | |
| Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove |