In the city lights, the night'll give me life I hit the drums, I'm a war chief, give me knife You got Kush, *** the knife, just give me life Spark it up in my throne room, pretty psyched Got a house on the hill, we the gritty type You ain't got Kush, man, what a ***ty life I don't wanna hit your bowl on your mini-pipe Tryna hit my 8-footer, reach Diddy Heights Now I'm swingin' on the drums like Tarzan Incorporate the weed through my bars, man Sixteen of them, I've been needin' them On stage screamin' them, PRC screenin' them They call me Green Thumb, the serene one I lay back on the drum like a beach bum *** is hot in summer, another classic number Everybody givin' up for the funky drummer And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on and on and on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on Here come the West Coasters, wild and outlookin' My eyeballs bleed from the weed I be smokin' Keep walkin', son, I keep this on, hostile Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile Wave 2-D, my block legendary Many MCs tried to creep and got buried Here come the Cypress, back with the tightest Man behind the kit, we know you gon' like this Roll with the top dog, do it like a rock star Suppin' them up, a double dose of hot sauce You got your ears on, and you're listenin' To bad mother***ers in this here business Handle *** right, get your stack on Anybody hatin', it's that fool that you smash on Gonna say it last time, and I'm gonna jump And I make a brag, give the drummer some And the beat goes on And the beat goes on and on and on *** is critical, we are the invincible Riots start to start, riots on principle At the pinnacle, the game is winnable Put the record on the table, guaranteed spinnable Follow the leader, the level is going off the meter The funk freaker with the big drum beater What you scared for? Better prepare yourself For the time of your life we are in rare form Track is harder with Travis Barker Cause the beat is much bolder than the magic marker Write it on the wall, y'all wanna see us fall Small minds get the ball, see the plaques down the hall I'm a self-made, not a better line Got my own stacks, that means the chat is mine On forever grind, something that you'll never find The time to do, so they label you a nevermind And the beat goes on And the beat goes on and on and on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on and on and on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on and on and on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on and on and on