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You ready holmie?
Yup. My first mission runnin’ through the hood to smoke jack With memories poppin’ in my head recall that Late night creepin’ through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views A sawed off pumped in my hand with two shells The other four holmies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin’ for popos and foes hell Someone lookin’ through windows the door bells Goes off followed by the punk you gas bomb Adrenaline pumped up still I remain calm House lit up you could see it for eight blocks Runnin’ through the hood run in front of the fade cops The game chase but they couldn’t cover the streets up Rolled out ran into the spot to meet up Strapped down covered up the tracks and back home Laid low earned me a stripe perfect no Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the head nod Soot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the hip-hop Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the head nod Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the gunshots Yeah I’ll hit your block up better lock up Fuck the gang and shit don’t stop uh A mad dog with a bob in the reagle Go into mode and just kill all your people Coast to coast ain’t a nigga more evil Now made me act a lot and call Sen Diesel Rock the block with the M one six .44 mag like a east war fit This here granadilla break you off right quick Be prayin’ up to Jesus and all that shit Uh niggas be jackin’ when they see my bucket Roll down they block they hide and say fuck it Come back in form of an assassin Three hundred yards with the infrared action Troop is the layer black Doc Holiday Cuancho raider the modern day huh Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the head nod Soot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the hip-hop Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the head nod Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the gunshots Yeah, now shooting up your town. Them bad ass assassins, boy. Thought you knew. Check this out, you better be packin’, fool. Hyeah. I manned all missions when I was a youth so thoughtless G ride no fingerprints it’s spotless Six bows hittin’ all the Gs and we got this Rag top down like a stripper that’s topless See me hittin’ the corner you meltdown Slugs fly thugs die moment ya fell down Somebody’s screamin’ you hangin’ the hell down I’m certified nigga when you’re sittin’ there spellbound No thoughts barkin’ just hearin’ the hellhounds Burn you with the heaters spittin’ out twelve rounds It’s life in the hood no escapin’ the gunplay Buy one day I’m out gotta figure out some way Rats in the park all scatter when guns spray Got you locked in now where do the slugs stray I found ways out but the street be one way Got a dark mind no thoughts blacker than Sunday Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the head nod Soot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the hip-hop Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the head nod Shoot ‘em up Bang bang Another body dropped You can’t stop the gunshots |
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| 3:30 |
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My game’s so strong
I can’t go wrong My dough’s so raw Baby why prolong Maybe we get high Maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death come My game’s so strong I can’t go wrong My dough’s so raw Baby why prolong Maybe we get high Maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death come I’ve been in the game for a long time yes we’re battle tested With the time and the emotion and the money invested And everything hard no one else’s game is tighter Check the network I’ve been your fuckin’ service provider I brought you thug shit Taught you drug shit got you bugged shit Tell me what we haven’t done We run you through the gambit son Leave you understandin’ what the street life is But you haters never understand so eat my dick You better keep your concentration if you’re ready to roll on me And good bitches if you wanna unload on me ‘Cause if you miss you won’t get that far I’m happy jumpin’ fences and runnin’ down the street like a track star I’m at the finish line it’s essential I’m so influential We’ll strip you off your street credential Game recognize game read all about it You think you blew them in his spine look holmie I doubt it (for real) My game’s so strong I can’t go wrong My dough’s so raw Baby why prolong Maybe we get high Maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death come My game’s so strong I can’t go wrong My dough’s so raw Baby why prolong Maybe we get high Maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death come They call me Dog holmie look it I don’t sell wolf tickets I got my fingers on the triggers and I’m ready to click it I never back down there’s nothing’ you could do to me nigga Who the fuck are you your face is really new to me nigga You wanna run with the Dog try payin’ your two songs Punk niggas bailin’ every time that I use chrome So many niggas ain’t none of ‘em last The bright lights in the woods be stunnin’ they ass I took a chance to advance in my life believe it It takes a stand to be a man busters can’t conceive it Fools tryin’ to be hard they only act the role You little sorry ass bitches I’ll smack you holmes Tryin’ to foam people make ‘em think you’re somethin’ you’re not I’m exposin’ all you bitches by provokin’ the dot No more talkin’ time for some action drama Ya been shot down bullets through your plastic armor My game’s so strong I can’t go wrong My dough’s so raw Baby why prolong Maybe we get high Maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death come My game’s so strong I can’t go wrong My dough’s so raw Baby why prolong Maybe we get high Maybe we get dumb Maybe we can party all night till death come |
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Latin Thugs Lyrics
Artist(Band):Cypress Hill Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics Latin Thugs Lyrics MP3 Downloads Send Cypress Hill polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone Don′t be like, uh, a Cubano Be like el rio stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana Real hijo puta homeboy ask yo mama No me importa pinga mi niña All I wanna know que ′ta bueno cinga Don′t be scared echate pa′ ca What′s the play dog homeboy goin′ on Ni**as O.G. straight veterano Master the Spanglish style encojonao Y′all fools know aqui no se juega Don′t act a fool y no rompa las reglas We bien crazy ass asesino Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro [Chorus] Salte con tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles, como arriba, andale Prende la mota, yo lo que quiero es pureza Salte con tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles They call me papi chulo You know I′m puro I never fade away You see me comin′ get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide Latin thug roll deep pandillero Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto Carpet, car black y perro loco Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo bien pingao, poca lista Saco mi pinga y me chingo la pista Can′t get enough of them L.A. skonka Get a little wild y me como la chocha Listen up compa the big cypress loma Still right here y todavia te controla This ain′t no Telemundo special The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you [Chorus] Hey who the fuck is that Otro negro loco, daddy Y necolado, uno de lo batos malo Mucha mucha bala pa′ los ratones desmaya Que moriran seguro si fayan I ain′t neva scared you heard Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo Pa′ defenderlo de los enemigos Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni signo Pero todo dicen lo mismo Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron Un majon, blastin′ all these motherfuckers Envidiosos, sapos y chotas Tirale pa′ la cabeza, si se va, no regresa Eh pa′ que su pandilla sepa Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa Y no lloro ni la mama... [chorus] |
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| 3:42 |
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[Damian Marley]
All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus We now want the new weed, beat under us Rollin′ up, roll like we thunderous Somkin′ up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us Too much fantasy, here upon next to us Fit in ganja weed, always notorious Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious We have weed in our cakes and Oreo′s Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro You want my roll, on someone you hardly know This Marley grow, no time to move feet Make it slow, you tellin′ me no Say you want to start the show Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow You start to take, substances up in your nose [Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X] No nina where you find me Some boy go rich, blow ninety We′re smokin′ like a genie The skunky and the greenie [B-Real] On the ganja bus, they comin′ after us We makin′ stops all over Los Angeles On the block, where the weed that get scandalous When we run around, police can′t handle us They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas Yo sé, que el juego es dificil para usted Despiertate, no dejes tu gente ver Tu situación cuando no puedes mantener En fuerza que nosotros, enseñale Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondete Portate, we flyin′ up tu +santrope+ And if you want we can jet through Maldigo B [Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X] No nina where you find me Some boy go rich, blow ninety We′re smokin′ like a genie The skunky and the greenie Senn Dogg! [Sen Dog] Cuando fumo yo no juego, pásame el fuego Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos En la mańana cuando me levanto Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso Enamorado con la yerba buena comida cubana y las nalgas morenas todas las nenas saben que yo tengo las colitas, vete en mi leńo no hay nadie que me quite el vicio marihuano por vida, oiste chico? Mundo entero quiero que me entiende La cara virgen wanna va tu mente [Chorus] [B-Real] It′s so hazardous Take a strive with us When it′s over California, we react the bus We fabulous, your talk don′t mean jack to us Better fear for your ass the assassins come Pass ya′ blunts, gonna have to mash it up For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up You actin′ up, we can′t have that′s whats up Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up [Chorus] (2x) |
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[B-Real]
WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL... here's a little story, I got to tell About a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve your need You can do what you want but I got weed for me Ridin for my fam, tryin to hit a grand CRASH unit on my ass, now I'm in demand One lone-ly fami-ly I be All in the hood, I got no-bo-dy The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat Pigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gat Forgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hide If they ask me for my name - fuck 'em, I'ma lie!" [Chorus] One O.G. gangsta I be Busted in the hood, I got no more weed Pigs are comin down on my gangsta stash When they caught me with the weed, and the dope and hash [B-Real] He said a little somethin, I wasn't so impressed No more runnin homey, now you're under arrest The sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of bricks I swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whip He said he wanted some, I said I don't have none Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun Next thing I saw was the gun to my head Now the lead will make me dead, and yo this is what he said [Sen Dog] My name is Sgt. Slacker with a license to kill (uh-huh) I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real (yea) Now what do we have here? A banger and his peers [B-Real] He cuffed my hand you understand he threatened me with tears Sorry motherfucker had his gun out with a grin You think the story's over but it's ready to begin [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Now I got your crack and most of your crew You got a couple choices of what you can do Better make the right decision if you know what I mean You can do some time, or fork over your green [B-Real] I said I got no green he started lookin at me harder I said I don't have nothin you can go fuck your daughter (WHAT?) He hit me with the fist, he hit me with the gat He put the night stick to my back, soooooooooooooo I think I'm done, the pig's got my gun It isn't lookin good, I got ink on my thumb Another pig walked in, said he's playin games He gave another look at me, found out my false name [Chorus] [B-Real] Sittin there pissed as I dwell in my cell The place smells like shit, in the County Jail Homey lookin at me like he seen me before He started throwin up a set, then he spit on the floor I think ay-yeah yo, I know this kid It's the same motherfucker cocktailed my crib This dude said - get ready - pulled a shank on me I said c'mon homey you a bit too sloppy Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye The guards yelled, "Give it up!" and let two fly The guards said down and we hit the floor If you make a move after you won't move no more He said I think you once again best protect ya neck I said eat a dick from me you don't get respect I said you wanna come with it, any time and place And I'll leave you like Pacino with a Scar-on-ya-face They put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped But when his boy had beef, yeah he got dropped P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed [Chorus - 2X] |
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Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.
At 6:15 am the truck pulls out the post office, on Lankershin and Wilsher. Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento, which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings. I did whatever I could to get by Slang dope jack people hands in the sky When you livin’ on the edge yeah homie it’s a high You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die Livin’ in a hard world some are livin’ lies Son you better wise up and open up your eyes Shit it never easy homie people will connive Better have a hustle if you mean to survive Why you’re so greedy can you tell us all why Look homie believe me you’re fuckin’ metal ply For the dollar everybody is a target that’s real Talkin’ is smog you’re fate’s signed and sealed You could be the next one cross ‘em in the path What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath All the money that we stole too weak to take greed Give it to an honest man the money is still deep Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Fiend for the lean green Never get enough is a mother fuckin’ gangs dream For the love of the cash flow You could live fast and you could die slow Sure but you can bet your ass you believe it ‘Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin’ Work hard as fuck for everything to rock You a dead mother fucker ‘fore I get got Fools got game floss and drop names My move’s faster than a runaway train Fuck the world don’t ask me for shit That′s you on your knees and you want some dick Spot a gold digger with a hairline trigger Each move you make the reputation get bigger For the love of the money, pussy, drugs Fools change get all twisted up Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled ‘Cause you were talkin’ for jacks and that’s real Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal Homie for the dollar you can get yourself killed He decided to jet it could happen with no discussions Straps of all pain fools fuckin’ eruptin’ For the green little papers jackin’ your neighbors But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches Don’t wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches Nothin’ in life’s for free my nigga learn that You burn someone they might just burn back Scorchin’ niggas to the third degree Auh y’all triggers deserve to be Put out of your misery your history son When your body disappears then the mystery come Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar bill y’all Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y’all |
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Never Know Lyrics
Artist(Band):Cypress Hill Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics Never Know Lyrics MP3 Downloads Send Cypress Hill polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone [Chorus 2X] You never know I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life But you ain′t a bright man [Verse One] You know I live with the biggest hitters, crime committers And bull shitters Never had a quitter come with us Who had the jitters sine some bitter tasting minute I spit it for those who did it Like a soldier so committed to winning You never know who you running with nigga Who you gunning with, who you thugging with In times of struggle shit Never be blinded by diamonds they signin for weak nigga No sign of loyalty in anything you speak You never know You′re breakable, celebrated but fadeable You′re biodegradeable You just might die tonight Get out of my sight cause You ain′t even know theres your fight [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two] I been through the scandal and handled them better than other vandals Hearing insane rambles saying that lifes a gamble Praying for just a sample in amble times To trample, example Enemies who shit they need a pamper You never know Every thug nigga living his life Giving his life meaning Haters in the wings, they feeling their pride stinging We here, death knocking its schocking We keep it popping homey We never stopping we keeping all you bitches dropping homey You never know I can see through and he got an evil intent I′m gonna see to him I think you all got the message its a hard lesson Yo aye you go to pray to god stressing [Chorus 2X] |
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| 3:42 |
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(Verse One)
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for centuries physical and the mental When I crashed through work I was cursed but still I Quit my curse found my hustle Stack paper made it world wide Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son Think you the greater one Gotta put you on the fader son Cut your ass up see you later Gotta drop till your praying nigga You ain't a player hust a frail nigga I'm the slayer in your nightmares Unstoppable When you see me on the street Call a audible I got you covered, face it And you can't dodge this bullet baby This ain't the matrix Got to put you in your placement Hide your body in the basement Your boys wonder where your face went (Chorus 2X) Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers To calm down/I sell But still explode Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self They can't fuck with us, we laugh last (Verse Two) Backbreakers of the game Many many musical Legendary criminal destined to be professional I rain supreme Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range No doubt about it We grew up in the cloud Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano Droppin it good For that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo Three guns busted for the battle man Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle Duece, double o, slow Church folk say we ain't got too many more Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush So be careful on what you trusting (Chorus 2X) Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers To calm down/I sell But still explode Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self They can't fuck with us, we laugh last (Verse Three) Yo I was walking on the block Heard a couple shots Caught one in the leg And I know who did it They gonna get it Wrap up my leg Bounced upstairs and got strapped up I love that drama shit I'm all gassed up I lit that kush up and got doughed up And thought about all the foul shit I did I can't help it, I was this way since a kid Then I slide out the crib Hunt down my pray The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay Ran up on homes And blast away He passed away twin got the last laugh today Anybody front I keep that on me You had to die homey thats part of the game I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim I'm in the shooting range mastering the art (Chorus 2X) Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers To calm down/I sell But still explode Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self They can't fuck with us, we laugh last |
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Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong 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 coal 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 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 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? ... |
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Let's go [B-Real] I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits She didn't wanna be one of those hoes In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya Even if I moved to the other side of the party I had pictures in my head of her moving that body I was beside myself with hunger pain So I slowly walked over and I asked her name [Chorus: repeat 2X] What's your name, what's your number? I'd like to get to know you Can we have a conversation? The night is young, girl give me a chance! [B-Real] She gave a smile but I got no answer though I took a while before she gave a chance she's acting cold I offered her a drink she turned me down blat She said if you want my name you gotta do better than that I said OK, now your shit don't stink I'ma walk away only tried to buy you a drink As I began to walk away she said I'm sorry for real But every guy in the club tried slipping me pills I don't trust guys each and every one will lie to you I said I understand but it's not what I try to do I wasn't even gonna come to your table But if I didn't I knew that I'd regret it later I go after what I want but I got class For me no need to slip a pill if I want ass She gave me a funny look I couldn't tell what it meant She let her guard down and on our conversation went [Chorus] [B-Real] She said I want a man with a plan and ambition Not an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission" I'm too good for that I have so much to offer Got a good job working at my mom and dad's law firm You got goals, that's what she asked Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques It takes hard work but you know it's coming after She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!' I do all right but I'm never satisfied I'm told when you still love what you do it never gets old I strive for more but that's enough about me Why don't we skip out the club and take a walk on the street We slipped out of the club with no worries Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry We hung all night till we lost our friends Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz [Chorus] - 2X |
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[Intro - samples + vocals]
″Once again!″ [B-Real] Once again it′s Cypress Hill ″Once again″ .. ″Once again!″ [B-Real] Once again it′s Cypress Hill ″The greatest show on Earth!″ ″Once again!″ [B-Real] Once again it′s Cypress Hill ″Back again!″ ″Once again!″ [B-Real] Once again it′s Cypress Hill ″I bring to YOU″ [Verse One: B-Real] Welcome everyone, take ya places It′s great seein all these familiar faces You want thug shit? We got a lot of it You wanna get high? I′m on top of it You want bottles? C′mon, we poppin it You want a revolution? Ain′t no stoppin it Enemies try to fire back Desire that, find you where the tire track Cause we run ya down son, but in spite of that Got a joint? Fools give me my lighter back ... I′ma light up the bomb I′ma blaze ′til we set off the fire alarm No need for evacuation Find a honey that′s ill for ejaculation She got friends, well the more the merrier No limits, no worries, no more barriers [Chorus 2X: B-Real, mixed with samples] Once again it′s Cypress Hill We some ill-ass niggaz straight bumpin the field Smoke it up, from now until somebody calls out steel and we live for the thrill [Verse Two: B-Real] Plug the mic in, and I′ll move the crowd Neighbors get mad cause the music′s loud I send a few girls in the hall to talk Crusty old man never called the cops No pistols, if you get my drift yo You pull one and miss better slit yo′ wrists bro This ain′t a gangsta party But if you turn it into one a bullet might pierce yo′ body Relax, there′s a lot of girls in here You shitfaced niggaz, don′t earl in here Don′t break shit or take nothin, mind your manners Or your head goes BOOM like it′s fuckin skanless But we ain′t for all that right now, just chill out We can pop bottles or let the blood spill out Cuanta, suck it up, shut your trap Before you lose that fine-ass girl on your lap [Chorus] [Verse Three: B-Real] You wanna room? Let me clear one out But while I′m gone, just don′t let the beers run out In the morn′ we can watch all the tears come out When the pigs come, a nigga wanna hear one out For now, we can pass the time Blazin it up, if you slow you the last in line Got a roach, so what? You ain′t spent a dime You ungrateful-ass critter, back the hell of mine You can, lose the life or lose the knife Use the pipe, but I can′t lose tonight All the girls bein picky who they chose tonight You better hope you chillin with the right crew tonight See that girl over there? Yeah she like your style Probably seen her on the video ″Girls Gone Wild″ Hesitation is constipation of your game when you′re in for a night of elation [Chorus] |
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[Chorus 2X] My game so strong, I can't go wrong My dough so long, baby why prolong Baby we get high, Baby we get dough Baby we can party all night till death come [Verse One] We been in the game for a long time Yes we're battle tested With the time and the emotion, and the money invested And if you think hard No one elses game is tighter Check the network, up in ya fucking service provider I bought you thug shit Thought you drug shit Got you bugged shit Tell me what we havent done We run you through course son Leave you understanding what the street life is But you haters never understand So eat my dick You better Get on your concentration If you ready to roll on me And good bitches if you wanna unload on me Cause if you miss you won't get that far Ill have you jumping fences And running down the treet like a track star I'm at the finish line, its essential We so influential Well strip you of your street credential Game recognize, game we all about Think you can deminish mine Look homey I got a career [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two] They call me dog homey Look I don't sell woof tickets I got my fingers on the trigger And I'm ready to click it I never back down Theres nothing you cand do to me nigga Who the fuck are you Your face is really new to me nigga You wanna run with the dog Try paying your dues homes Bum nigga yelling every time that I use chrome So many niggaz, aint none of them blast, the right lights In the woods be stunning their ass I took a chance To advance, in my life believe it It takes a stand to be a man Plus the gang conceited Fools trying to be hard They only act the role You little sorry ass bitches, Ill smack you hoes Try to fool people Make em think you something your not I'm exposing all you bitches By provoking the crowd Raw dogging, dying for some action, drama Your bitch shocked out Bullets through plastic dome [Chorus 2X] |
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(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
You better untie me from this chair nigga You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga! You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man! Do you know who the fuck I am?) [beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks] Right [duct tape being unrolled] Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga? [B-Real] You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady? We had good times, committin hood crimes We drew lines but you never understood mine You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony I guess it manifested when I got the call early They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it? I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle Now it's time to pay, any last words to say? I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward This is the very hour, I send your family flowers I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you [Cypress Hill] Relax... no no it's okay Let me give you a light [muffled: "Oh SHIT!"] [flames roaring, a voice screaming] That's my favorite fucking song.. [in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays] [B-Real] 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's known as a narco.. [music fades] |
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[church bells gong]
[Verse One: B-Real] As a kid, I was known, son of a thug Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us? Never had an easy life, shit's way out Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out Any scenario, been there, done that Gone where some of y'all niggaz, couldn't come back Been through the hottest parts of hell Came back with a hard shell and, hard as nails I went through it all, do it all, screw it all Small you recall, the hard times as a juve-nile Often misunderstood Some joined the military, others just joined the hood Street corner combat, part of the dark streets Your heart beats pump when my slugs release And there ain't no tellin, don't be the one yellin These birds are deadly, they can shatter your melon [Chorus 2X: B-Real] When the street wars jump off, there's only one thing to do Grab your gat and squeeze one off This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off You got one shot to get you a knot [Verse Two: B-Real] At the crossroads, sick of holdin the badlands Where street wars, kick off quicker than Van Dam Mistakes of mad man, I remember the old ways The old days where fools clapped yo' {?} No quarter, you feel me? Life expectancy's just a little bit shorter G's gave the order, you carried 'em out Quick fast, you the last nigga I'm worried about Get that street lead, that was one step over the edge Much closer to death, every step I kept on Learnin about the dark paths, made a hard left Prayed to God death is swift and painless This life ain't for everyone, stay out my shoes You can't trade your fate, I hate to break the news The young won't respect the fences these days You a marked man if you get caught up in these ways [Chorus] [pause for spooky instrumental] [Chorus] |
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| 3:55 |
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[B-Real]
How many times have we been thru this I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down Helped my feet moving on the ground No matter what situation ocasion You were amazing, you knew just what it took to keep dough up blazing (?) I kept you by me, but when we seperated I was thinkin foolishly Remember when your Ex-Boy tried to bug on me I told to bring it on and (?) on me He didn't like that but didn't want the fight Fuck 'im, he didn't know how to treat you right We go hand in hand they don't understand a man But you do and I really respect that, damn We been down so long but it's all good That's why I dedicate this song [Chorus: repeat 2X] Till Death Do Us Part I do [Verse Two: B-Real] Who would have thought it would last so long So many new ones think that they can't go wrong I know I make so many mistakes I know you felt neglected, you caught me outta line If you thought I didn't respect it - I heard ya But I never showed an emotion If I haven't ever said it, you got on my devotion When I fell hard you picked me up Maybe think about my life where I'm going a little tricky - Huh? I know there were time where you thought I would change But I'm the same motherfucking brother even in spite of the fame There might be some times we don't agree on some But don't never feel your thoughts don't mean nothing Some have tried to steal (?), I'm not one of those people Always tell it like it is, cuz the (?) but don't get mad When truth is leaving I'm only telling you cuz I got your back [Chorus] [Verse Threee: B-Real] You got my mind right and I don't know how you did it When I trip not too many who can put with it But you still there, still care so well - oh yeah Got so much love (?) I appreaciate what you're doing for me I had to open up my eyes so I can see the minutes we lost Whenever I was out on tour (?) we could make it up like never before You want all the little things that make it work it Why not, we can get it, we both deserve it It's hard but (?) good, it's ever so easy We have a bond that wont break, no mistake, believe me Till Death Do Us Part, like I said from the start You're the light that guides me thru when I'm in the dark They said we'd neverlast but we're still strong That's why I dedicate this song - C'mon [Chorus - 4X] [sound of someone blowing out a candle] I do I do [music fades] |
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