We'll shut this mother***ker down
We'll shut this mother***ker down

Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill
Kickin' it with the mother***kin' Lench Mob
Showin' yo' ***, that you ain't got no cl***

Every time I see you, you always on a mission
(Wh***up?)
You're up too early in the mornin' to go fishin'
Wishin' you can catch you somebody slippin'
So, you can sell his **** and go get you a hit

When you need to be at home with your god damn children
That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin'
'Cause you haven't paid your rent in six months
You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps

'Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps
I saw your little boys eatin' oatmeal lumps
My oh my, I wish you was my father
'Cause I'd take your *** out and wouldn't even bother
Tellin' them I did it, yeah fool, I did it
Pops kept smokin', so I had to end that ********

This ain't a story 'bout a kid from a broken home
It's all about a son, who father that was gone
So, if you're out there and you're lookin' for a blast
I'ma blast 'cause you ain't got no cl***

Ain't got no cl***, ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no cl***, ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)

In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya
For a hit and some [unverified] you're guaranteed to bone her
The funky *** aroma, comin' from her crouch
I see why Mama said, 'Knock you out'

Now, this is a shame to seen a girl look this way
I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A.
Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em
I say do you have some kids? Feed 'em
(Hell, yeah)

'Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me
'Never let a mother***kin' kid be, hungry'
Went into my pockets and got a twenty dollar bill
I said, 'Go buy your mother***kin' kids a Happy Meal'

And followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the ****
And if she wouldn'ta, man, I swear to God I woulda hurt the *****
Threw her *** in the ditch where the crack head at
'Cause the *****, ain't got no cl***

Ain't got no cl***, ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no cl***, no, the ***** ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack, Stucky, ***kin' Mack)

You come home ***ked up, with the b*** head calls
Kids got no lunch money 'cause you smoked it all up
You get your first period, stomach just growlin'
Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin'

But it's not thunder, it's your little boy's tummy
Now, don't it make you feel like a mother***kin' dummy?
He can't feed hisself and his moms can't either
Base head parents, man, we don't really need 'em

Especially if they smokin' and the home is broken
At nutrition time, my *****z be like jokin'
Sayin' that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin' bout my tummy
I'm hungry as ***k and moms smoked up our bucks

Now, I gotta do her with a slug
(Stucky Mack)
Now, I gotta do her like a thug
(Buck, buck, buck)

Now, I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots
Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot
Three hots in the cot for my ***
'Cause my moms, ain't got no cl***

Ain't got no cl***, ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no cl***, no, moms ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack)

Ain't got no cl***, ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack, Stucky, ***kin' Mack)
Ain't got no cl***, no, moms ain't got no cl***
(Stucky Mack)

Ain't that right J-Dee?
She need to get on with her sorry ***
*****

We'll shut this mother***ker down
We'll shut this mother***ker down
We'll shut this mother***ker down
We'll shut this mother***ker down