Cypress Hill - Live At The Fillmore [compilation, live] (2000) by Cypress Hill (보컬) on maniadb.com

Well I'm an alley cat
Some say a dirty rat
On my side is my gat
See I'm all of that
Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha
Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy
But I'm the funky feel one
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya
You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?
Being the hunted one is no fun
Here I come son
Yo I think you better run
Better run more, and move a little faster
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaa

Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program
Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace
Oh, how they want to pass a sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
He missed
So now the nigga's hist'
Rude and crude like a pitbull
Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled
Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin' out beatdowns
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin' out beatdowns
Get your face down!
Put me in chains
Try to beat my brains
I can get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya
Gatt ya
Fucking do ya
Shotgun goes boo-ya!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaa

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit,
Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with
'Cause I'm the chill one
Known to get ill when
They stepped to the Hill
"What's up?", I had to kill one
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind
'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
Lala la la lala la laa
Look at all of those funeral cars
'Cause I'm a
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaa

Yo its time to hurt ah sort of like murder
Any punk coming on the hill out of order I ain't a hater
but if your an instigator I'll run your ass up
with the help of the beta
Taking about those with the gaul to act as foes
Then I suppose that's how it goes
Some didn't know the power of the Afro
I slow up, fro up, smoke blunts
Deal with the punks
Sen: knocks out the front
Hear me Sen and can you hear the vocals
And can you hear the vocals so I'm not a loco
But I'm loco just a poco oh now you can see I'm real great
check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Check it, I'm fresh on the scene I mean show biz
I always come second on the jam
Did you notice but this time see I come a little different
Change my style around so I could prove I'm gifted
Smoke a fat blunt then I feel uplifted
Move a little faster into second I shifted
So if this jam takes a little loner I be staling (killing) time
So the hill could get stronger
Rollin' with the mob like we're merging
You can't stop some brothers who keep always searching
My purpose is to give a suck a duck service
You heard this now run along and get nervous
So who knows the dog when he doesn't have a leash
It's like running down the street with some meat gone
Oh now you can see I'm real great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
Check out the real estate
Your a ham boy no you ain't flamboyant
ain't paid apply for unemboyment
But there's no help wanted so punk keep looking
Ain't surprised you got your girl hooking
Doin' that do low but you still can't do no damage homes
Cause you really can't manage to handle a gang of niggers
Running like Randall
Funeral arrangements whole lot of candles
Hectic dialectic funk Buddha vocalistic accurate shooter
Duck down homes hit the ground that's what you get when
You ---- with the brown oh now you can see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory to the real estate

Here is something you can't understand

"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things,
you know what I'm sayin'?
And it goes like this:"
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah
Of the funky buddha
Eluder
Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
While suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin'
By
Hanging out the window
With my magnum taking out some putos
Acting kind of loco
I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
I'm ignoring all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight
humming
Hummin', Coming at ya
Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya
Time for some action
Just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance
To run the interference
Into your satellite
Shining a battle light
Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right
Here's an example
Just a little sample
How I could just kill a man
One-time tried to come in my home
Take my chrome
I said, "Yo, it's on!"
Take cover son or you're assed-out
How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite
My spliff ignite
You with insight
So if you ain't down, bullshit!

To da one on da flam
boy it's tough
I just toss that ham on the fryin pan
like spam
it's done when I come in slam
damn, I feel like the son of sam
don't make me wrek shit
wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric
damn
the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin'
it's all over when go out drinkin'
OH makin' my mind slow,
that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh
bro, I got ta' maintain
cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane

chorus: insane in da membrane
insane in da brain! (repeat 4x)

Do my shit undercover
now it's time for for the blubba
blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
fat boy on a diet don't try it
I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot
much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass
leavin' your face in the grass
you know I don't take a chulo lightly
punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me
so kick that style, wicked wild
happy face nigga never seen me smile
rip dat mainframe
I'll explain
a nigga like me is goin' insane

chorus

Like louie armstrong
played the trumpet
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my props
cops
come and try to snatch my crops
these pigs wanna blow my house down
and undrground to the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
and I'm out in the night loose scared
yes I'm the pirate pilot
of this ship if I get
wit' the ultraviolet dream
hide from the red light beam
now do you believe in the unseen
look, but don't make you eyes strain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
chorus

"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the
location. Suspects
are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, and a
possible male
black. They have their vehic' er van parked outside..."

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
Well this pig worked at the station
This pig he killed my Homeboy
So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation

This pig he is the chief
Got a brother pig Captain O'Malley
He's got a son that's a pig too
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley

This pig is known as a Narco
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be
This pig he's a fuckin' fag
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy

Well this pig he's really cool
So in this class we know he rides all alone
Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts
While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home

This pig he's a big punk
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me
'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart
And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society

This pig works for the mafia
Makin' some money off crack
But this little pig got caught
So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back

'Cause once he gets to the Pen
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest
To protect him from some mad nigga
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest

An' it's all about breakin' off sausage
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine?
Niggas wanna do him in the ass
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line

That fuckin' pig
Look what he got himself into
Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta this little punk
Anybody like pork-chops?
How 'bout a ham sandwich?
How 'bout a ham sandwich?

[b-real]
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay
Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
So many different attitudes, that i come across
I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
Bound gagged raped, i'm frustrated, i hate it
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why
Don't i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge
To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin shame, i don't wanna live, i paint the wall
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all

The eye of the pig

* dj muggs cuts and scratches 'this pig' from _pigs_ *

I've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say
That i'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers i put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin
These days you can't tell who's-who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
Fuck, i need a drink, and i'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an aa meeting all gone wrong
I.a. got an eye, on my close friend guy
For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, ? left on my shift
Think i'll get my dick sucked by this basshead bitch
My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all

... long interlude ...

Now i'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
Look into the eye of the pig, i'm all fucked
No longer can i determine, who's the criminal
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a fuck about me, i'm slippin
Into darkness, i'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.."
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position
Don't move, or i'm gonna blast your fuckin head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, i've heard about your raps
All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
Ok, mr. freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
Hit the fuckin floor, i need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause
You find it funny? get that smile off your face
Motherfucker take this

*beatdown ensues as words fade*

I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken
get paranoid when you hear the glock clikin'.
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
with your bitch hair style
I'll hit ya like Deacon-Jones
house call for DR Bones
I'll roll you up, and smoke you like cones,
split the seed and grow you like clones
don't start me up cuz I'm not the Rolling Stones.
But I get stoned with a lil help from my friends
with the good belnd,
then I pass it round back to you again.
I could make you famous like Amos
same as the last punk
when I stuck the gat up his anus.
Hear me growl, uhh, howl
I got the night vision like the wise old owl.
I'm comin' to fetch ya, yea homes I'll wet ya
and burry them bones under my home.
and I.

"Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action
Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action".

With my weapon, step into a whole new realm
and step back as I take up the helm.
On the pirate ship I'm stearin' drop into gear and
best realise what you're hearin'.
The canon soundin' that's my companions
surroundin' as my crew comes poundin'.
It's the captain Afro- America
a whole lotta gattin' with the loc-ed out latin.
Bust it, yo I'm Red Beard with a musket
you better duck Quick cuz you might get dusted.
Your gat looks rusted disgusted,
oh look away, look away boy as I rush it.
Yes I know that you can' withstand it,
watch that ass, cuz homie I'll brand it.
With a steele toe how you feel though
when my boot's stuck in that ass like a dildoe.
Cry on the pillow, ya weepin' ass willow
the Hill's got the steele for the static like brillow.
Huh! watch you btalkin' bout punk give me room
as I light up the boom.
Cock the hammer raise the white banner,
You ever heard a glock go click like a camera?

"Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action
Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action".

[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha! Yeah

Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall

* repeat 2X *

[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell

Chorus

(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)

[Sen Dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor

[B-Real]
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks

Chorus

[Sen Dog]
Checkmate fool!

10f2
(Sen Dog)
Hell nah
You can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em
My rhyme style ?makin turn dropper?
My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like I said before I'm takin you lame whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin
And when you tell me you better bring styles
Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles

(Chorus)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)

(B-Real)
Five roll with the weakest
What you need is ?the chrome plated heater
So you can peep this
Tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in
Sad to see you broken down
Not at least broken in
Can't stop some hill shit
)From comin though
The reality is out with the old
And with the new
Ways and things change
With strange ?haids? of braids shade?
Switch place life and life plays with ?thumb pain?
Does and untrues, the mobb leaves no clues
In the dark confused, we choose to eat you
Out the whole stroke away so I can listen-a
We don't stop if you can't fuck commissioner

(Chorus)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)

(Sen Dog)
Nigga get up on a rhymin (???)
Takin out crews who think they are baddest
Mad dog Sen for real is the maddest
Fuck you punk and you're A&R status
I stand in a zone though I'm never alone
B-Real got my back checkin at your dome
So when it comes down to who's (Spanish)
I'm down for the pound and slangin the (Spanish)
(Whole line in Spanish)
Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show
Remove that sucker and the wack-ass shit
Cause every time I see he's actin like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin down fools in my muthafuckin mission
One by one they'll all come out missin
You can't fuck with this here kid I ain't bitchin

(Chorus)
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me

Zipidi do da zipidi a
my oh my I wanna get that punk
with my AK.
Then get on the way,
on the mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay.
Fool you can't hang,
flashback on the skills when I use to bang,
on the corner, I warn ya
I'm gonna roll on ya. Fool,
hit you with the golden rule.
Don't turn your back on the street,
when I hit corner feel the concrete.
If you push that button like nothin'
watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden.
Blastin' at these fools with a passion.
Look at the clock when its time for some action.

(chorous)

"Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum
Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum"

Sunday morning wake up it's stormin'
raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
cats, and dogs, pigs in a wagon,
lookin for the afro one that's saggin'
Scooby doo and fuck you too, lymie,
won't let your punk ass try me.
Gonna take more than you,
call for back up team, and wait for your crew.
Cuz I'm the flippin'
keep in the clip by the hip and
best watch when your slIppin'.
Where did that 22 come from
when the bullet pass through my lung.
I lost my breath, I'm winded
I've been hit by a slugg that was'nt intended.
I hear thunder, I wonder
if a nigga like me's goin under take a number.

(chorous)

"Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum
Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum"

I had a bad dream
woke up in a casket,
now I can't even get back at the bastard.
Bullshit, this pine box
ain't strong enuff to contain the afro-locks.
Heard a doorbell ring,
snapped out the dream.
What the fuck's up
with the funny red beam?
Pointing at me, and I got no strap gee.
What now, Gotta duck
they're gonna cap me.
Dam! I feel numb,
where did the shotgun blast come from.

"Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum
Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum".

[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K

One, life had begun for the ruffneck
kid who was gonna put niggaz in check
EIGHTEEN, G, for the green
OBSCENE, and it's for the time being
I'm pickin nine, hell I'm out to get mine
and pick two homies, three com-bine
Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'
Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do'

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

[Sen Dog]
Couple niggaz from the Eastside, headed EastBOUND
Lookin for a pound, to haul around town
Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground
Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down
BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that's what you found
That's what you get when you fuck the BROWN
DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound
La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound
Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground
What do you know? What - go ah-round come around!
Six for the pig, and his punk hound
Hail to the king pig, or you get CROWNED
Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J

[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)

[B-Real]
Gimme that WEED fool and all your loot too
I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
Loaded and cocked for any hardrock
If you're takin my weed, I'm takin over your spot
Keep your face down as I take your pound
Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground
(STAY STILL) And don't make a sound
as I get out the door, headed Eastbound
But, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave)
Clip from the nine equals six to the grave

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

I wanna get high...so high (repeat)

Well it's the funkalistic,
the blunt I twist it,
the slammafied, buddahfied
funk on your discus.
Oh what you missed us
you've got to bare witness
catch a hoe and another hoe
Merry Christmas.
Yes I'll smoke this
straight off the roach clip,
I wrote shit
for the blunted ones to approach it.
For one motion
make you sway like the ocean
the herb is more than just a powerful potion.
What's the commotion yo,
I'm not fuckin' around
people learnin' bout what they smokin'.
The oven's on high when I roast a Quale
tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
exhale now you feel the funk of the thai
when i fell the effects,

" I wanna get high...so high (repeat)
I wanna get high...so high".

Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk

Well it's the alley cat
Puffin' on a hootie rat
Some think I'm a criminal
But yo I ain't all o' that
Hit ya with a baseball bat
An' ya wanna ill though
Wanna mess around ya get bucked on the hill bro
Kick it like a steel toe
Real slow
Hits from the bong
Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it with Chong
Just like Cheech 'n' Chong frontin' with ice cream
Cypress hill is here to give you a nice dream
Speak it like a roller and you know its rolled tightly
I like a funky beat so why ya tryin' ta fight me
Pigs often cite me
That's not polite G
At any hour of the day you know I might be
Harassed by a pig real fast
They wanna Rodney King me
Always tryin' ta crowd my ass
Ain't got no class
I hit they ass like the Buddha that's stinky
They wanna scruff but they just so rinky-dinky
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
Sen got the Phillie an' he's gonna light the blunt
Sippin' at the kufu
Make me go cuckoo!
Somethin' like loco
Then I turn into this loocool
Bringin' the beta yeah now the funk's risin'
Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen
As I kick a drum beat comin' straight from my sinus
Crazy nasal vocals can I make the hotties loco
I remember Sister Maggie
Breasts were kinda saggy
Used to sell me buddha out of fucked up little baggies
Honey'd up a twenty even when I had no money
She said "Pay me back with some Latin dick Sonny"
I'd never went out and I don't think I'm gonna
Just for some buddha she wanted me to bone her
Demeaning
You think you know what I'm meaning
I got somethin' for the ho's to be scheming
On the Buddha Real
I took a trip to Hootaville
I'll throw you out the door of my big blue Seville
Then light another joint
This ain't no exploitation
For we are the ones stonin' in the ways of the masters

Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk

"Hit the ass
Hit the ass like the buddha that's stinky"

Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Pick it, pack it,
Fire it up, Come along,
And take a hit from the bong,
Put the blunt down just for a second,
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method,
Inhale, Exhale,
Just got a ounce in the mail,
I like a blunt or a big fat cone,
But my double barrel bong is gettin' me stoned,
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it,
It smells like shit on the carpet,
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit,
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit,
Sing my song, puff all night long,
As I take Hits from the bong...
Hits From The Bong y'all
Gonna get high,
Hits From The Bong
Gonna get high,
Hits From The Bong
Gonna get high,
Hits From The Bong
Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong,
And then take that finger off of that hole,
Plug it, unplug it,
Don't straaaain, I love you Mary Jane,
She never complains, when I hit Mary,
With that flame, I light up the cherry,
She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen,
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water,
Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it,
Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it,
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As I take Hits from the bong,
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit
Straighten your dick out...
Can I get a hit ...

[TV Reporter 1]
"We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear"

[TV Reporter 2]
"OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...Police in riot gear...")
"The police are, uh, forming a long line now..."

[B-Real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the fuck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like Carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up

Riot....Starter
Riot....Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
"Yeah...move it to the side
Cypress Hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!"

[B-Real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll

Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the fuck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker
Yo, move the fuck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!"

[B-Real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate
while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, I breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone
Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of Soul comin to return

Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on

[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherfucker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog
All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory
Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it
As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit
Riot Starteeerrrrr!

(chorus)
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars,the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly


I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Looking in the mirror, dreaming about blowin' up
The rock crowds. Make money. Chill with the honeys.
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me.
shits funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat, and tears and
Losin' some of your peers.


And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
shits deep
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
emmcees make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese


You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way Feel trapped in
What you rappin' about?
Tell me what happened when you lost clout?
The route you took started collapsing
No fans. No fame. No respect. No change. No women and
Everybody shits on your name.


You ever have big dreams? Or makin' big cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star band, never act friendly.
You wanna have big fame
Let me explain what happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be ok
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never get fooled to the fullest
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being a rock star!

My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love
They're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
The best way back to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honeys at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on fall off - the ho's fall off
To the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started getting' ignored
I warned him
Asured him this ain't easy
Take it from the weazy
Sleazy people want to be so cheesy
They're fucking evil

1st verse -- Senen

Here we go yall its that nigga hecta
lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector
got my eye on the money apparatus
like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it
Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it
Turn around spin see your face and jab it
Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits
Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit
cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel
For real penitentiary steel
Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock
Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks
Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild
Or breakfool for awhile

2nd verse -- B Real

Look, look, look
everywhere you get shook,
from the pawn takin out the rook
all by the book.
Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,
you Can't breath no need to look up and see me.
Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the
hype shit you call the Hill
put it together.
Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,
over the Hill and through the city
we come equipt.
To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,
the good shit to heal all souls.
Makin you roll late night,
you're trippin my games tight.
With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.
So push that shit up, get up
don't let up.
No matter how much blood you spit up.
You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.
the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.
We hit hard breakin you guard
you can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell
the pawns fell.

(Hook)

Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.
Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.
Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,
check mate fool where ever the pawns fall....(repeat)

I'm a freak that funk
and slam it in the trunk
I'm a kill all junk
With a suicide punk
Ain't nobody came my way
Talkin' bout the Westide of LA
So whatever punk ass
Click you claim
Keep poppin that shit
And I'm a bent you frame
'Cause I want that
Big time asshole
Studio gangsta
Woof all of that shit
But left out the main factor

My nigga Sen's, rollin again
remember when, we rocked shows
battling foes, the time's been
long. Strong with the styles you're in
hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen
the ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.
The hot flash got you heated,
with repeated attacks over the tracks
smack niggas up, back niggas up,
hack niggas up, jack niggas up,
hangin the whack niggas up.
Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits
crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).