| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:55 | 
|
|||
|
Verse One
Well I′m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side you see my gat, see I′m all of that Sendin off 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-yaa You′re stuck in my so 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 Chorus Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt] Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn′t jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... Verse Two 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 soooo How they want to pass sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the nigga′s pissed Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point Your fuckin car 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 getcha Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! Chorus Verse Three Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with, Cuz I′m the chill one, known to get ill one 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 Hit me 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 Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I′ma Chorus |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:17 |
|
|||
|
(B-Real)
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real) Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course some go nut, the power of the last one slower, flower, blower Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH Now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate (Sen Dog) All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill Step off! You know why? This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off! (B-Real) This is the crime you find you're not an exponent Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king of a minor ? All for 47, swung ? eleven Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven Weak ducks, duckin and buckin Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it So go 'head, talk your punk shit Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ? Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate (Sen Dog) Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker Another fly verse Straight from the deficit Another scripture of B-Real Yeah.. get funky, Real This is the Lower Eastside of things YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill (B-Real) You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of everything you know, still you can't do no damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked and choke off, the hypes I cook off The dialectic, funk-elistic Chew slower or become another statistic Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate (Sen Dog) Yo I told you to keep down brother The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G Wake up Hill They gotta keep goin back to the old school So they keep goin out Cause they're just not Real Ha yeah that's right fool (B-Real) Yes the master pass, kick your ass and feel combustion, for the dope blast Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted Not so, no there's no sellout You ain't got enough ducats to shell out Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate (Sen Dog) Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G Don't come on the Hill That's right Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:23 |
|
|||
|
"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! Say some punk tried to get you for your auto Would you call the One-time and play the role model? No! I think you'll play like a thug Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug Humming coming at ya Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya! How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome Just for a bucket Or a fast duck it Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!" 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 "All I wanted was a Pepsi!" "What does it all mean?" |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:37 |
|
|||
|
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 |
||||||
| 5. |
| 2:34 |
|
|||
|
'...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? |
||||||
| 6. |
| 8:02 |
|
|||
|
I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye
hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride. I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA. where you never know if you'll be making it home today So many different attitudes that I come across I'm harden and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss hustlers, hookers, killers, and thieves out on the street got my mind warped just found another corpse on the beat bound gagged rapes 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 got to take a sniff so I could get by why don't I get help to settle my nerves I got the erg to merge this bullet with my brain release my pain what a fuckin shame I don't wanna live I'll paint the wall with the bloodstains eye of the pig I see it all (hook) Through the eye of the pig..repeat (scratches) I've been on the force over twenty years I can say that I'm worse than some of these mother fuckers I put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw above the law looking through the eye of the pig I see it all. drug abusers drug dealin and the gangbang pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hanging. These days you can't tell who's who in the world Is that a shore or is that an innocent young girl. Fuck I need a drink and I'm almost of at the precinct its like an AA meeting all gone wrong. I.A got an eye on my close friend Guy for take supply from evidence from a bust on a buy that doesn't concern me we never rat on eachother we went through the academy just like fratbrothers its midnight I only have an hour left on my shit I think I'll get my dick sucked by this bitch my marriage is all fuck my wife is with the neighbors supeanaed now I gotta sign thse fuckin divorce papers I recall happier times before the fall looking through the eye of the pig I see it all. (hook) Through the eye of the pig..repeat (scratches) Now I'm on my way back to the station to check out so I could go home relax take a drink and think about my abrupt change out of the clean to the corrupt looking through the eye of the pig I'm all fucked no longer can I determine who's the criminal to the innocent man down to the pedafile no one give a fuck about me I'm slippin into darkness I'm coming to grips and feelin heartless What's this a dark green truck tinted windows dually modified probably a drug dealer pulled over to the curb take you key out of the ignition raise your hands out the windows in the get 'em high position don't move or I'll blast your fuckin head off just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off don't give that bullshit I've heard about your raps I'll your talking about is slangin and shooting off your straps okay Mr. B Real get the fuck out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin rappers think you're so tuff get your ass out I don't no probable-cause you got a big sack of coke so take a pause. |
||||||
| 7. |
| 3:43 |
|
|||
|
On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without the bones I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned with a little help from my friends With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again I can make you famous like Amos Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl! I got the night vision just like the wise old owl I'm comin' ta fetch ya Yeah home direct ya Bury them bones Under my home and Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm And step back, as I take up the helm On the pirate ship I'm steerin' Droppin' the geran Just realize what you're hearin' The cannon sounded That's my companion: surrounded As my crew comes bounding As the captain Afro-america Whole lotta gattin' With the loc'ed out latin Busted! You're a red beard with a musket Better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it Yes I know that you can't withstand it Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it With a steel-toe, how you feel now When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk Gimme room as I light up the boom Cock the hammer, wave the white banner 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! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action! |
||||||
| 8. |
| 3:30 |
|
|||
|
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). |
||||||
| 9. |
| 4:00 |
|
|||
|
(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 |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:37 |
|
|||
|
Lick A Shot
"Colour is not important." Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude! You can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner I'll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool Hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that corner, feel the concrete If ya push that by like nothin' Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Sunday morning Wake up it's stormin' Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin' Cats an' dogs Pigs in a wagon Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin' Scooby-Doo An' fucked down too Ploy me Don't let your punk ass try me Gonna take more Then you better call your backup team And wait for the crew I'm the one flippin' Keepin' the clip On my hip an' Just watch your back if you're slippin' Oooo Where did that .22 Come from When the bullet past through my lung I've lost my breath I'm winded I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended I hear thunder I wonder If a nigga like me's goin' under Take a number! Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Had a bad dream Woke up in a casket Now I can't even get back at the bastard Bull-shit! This pine box Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx Critical bell rings Snapped out the dream What the fuck's up with the funny red beam Pointin' at me I got no strap G What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me Bam, I feel numb Where did the shotgun blast come from Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm *love teto* |
||||||
| 11. |
| 4:55 |
|
|||
|
(Intro from the movie Who's the man?)
You heard it on the radio you see it on the TV show A to the K? ... A to the motherfuckin' Z (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 |
||||||
| 12. |
| 3:38 |
|
|||
|
Let's kick it ese
Comin' out da slums It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill I'll bust that grill Grab my gatt, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my plastic Glock automatic Synthetic material, bury your blocks 'n' mortar Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin' that smelly Northern Cali' Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum Hear the gatt come Boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do It's a sin to kill a man But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that I'm high strung Click I'm sprung 'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from the gatts'll be smokin' I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin' Know that I come with the static Erratic Four-five automatic Screamin' at ya The red lights beamin' at ya No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood In the oven I'm cooked Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under Don't make Stevie Wonder Why 'Cause he'll testify We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of business Can I get a witness? To verify when I'm to bring this Style that makes you ecstatic Tragic When I get a pull of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota! And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb So we exchanged a few words But he got me stirred up Enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off! We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too. Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!" |
||||||
| 13. |
| 2:11 |
|
|||
|
I Wanna Get High
Album:Black Sunday Submitted by: OHHLA.COM I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it Forward motion make you sway like the ocean The herb is more than just a powerful potion What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around People learning about, what they're smoking My oven is on high, when I roast the quail Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power now feel the effects... I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! yo hits from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong *love teto* |
||||||
| 14. |
| 1:58 |
|
|||
|
(Chorus)
Stoned is the way of the Walk, Stoned is the way of the Walk, Verse 1 ( B-real) Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat, Some think I'm a criminal, But, yo I ain't all of that, Hit'cha with the baseball bat, An' ya wanna ill though, Wanna mess around , You get fucked 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 wit' Chong, Just like Cheech & Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream", Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream, Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly, I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me, Pigs often site me, that's not polite G, And any hour of the day ya know I might be, Harassed by a pig real fast, They wanna Rodney King me, Always tryin'a crown my ass, Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class) I hit they' ass like the buddah thats stinkey, They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky, I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk, Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt, Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo, somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo, Binggin the beta,yea, now the funk is risen, Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen, As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness, Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco, I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy, Used to sell me buddah outta fucked up little, Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money, She said "Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie" Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna, Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her, Deminin', Ya think ya meanin', I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on, I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville, I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville, Then light another joint, This ain't no exploition (poin't), Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas, Stoned is the walk, Stoned is the walk, Stoned is the walk, Stoned is the walk, (Sen- Dog) Hit they, hit they ass, (B-Real) make the buddah get stinkey Wooooo, Woooo (Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight, Huhu, Blast 'em!) Stonend is the walk, |
||||||
| 15. |
| 2:52 |
|
|||
|
Hits from the bong...
Take it, pack it, fire it up , come along and take your hit from the bong Put the pipe down just for a second Don′t get me wrong its not a new method Inhale..exhale..just got a ounce in the mail I like the blunt or a big fat cone But my double barrel bong is gettin′ me stoned I′m skillet, just want to rent side don′t spill it It smells like shit on the carpet, spill it Don′t stop smoke when I get it clean Is some of it..haha I can′t understand the rest, and im bored now. Have fun! |
||||||
| 16. |
| 3:49 |
|
|||
|
(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! |
||||||
| 17. |
| 6:07 |
|
|||
|
(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 |
||||||
|
