Cypress Hill - Greatest Hits [compilation] (2009) by Cypress Hill (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Intro)
("Say what?" scratched repeatedly)

(Sen Dog)
I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer
Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers
Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams
Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing
Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with that
Flavour of the month, bro, (?) try to dispatch
Always got the good badge, take it to the head
Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
Don't trip, get a grip, be strong and don't fake it
Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked
I just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit
You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it

(Chorus - Sen Dog and B-Real (repeat 2x))
Welcome to the show, all come inside
You can hear proper sound when it's Amplified
You wanna party with the best and say "fuck the rest"
'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less

(B-Real)
When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth still
If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel
If you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel
What you sought was real, to give 'em slots to fill
Busters stop to deal
But I face them, quicker than takin' a box of pills
Now you gots to chill
Get cops and sheilds, steady, hark the (?)
If they're lookin' for prey, ready to stalk and kill
As I lock the wheel, don't you mock the drill
'Cos I'll cock my steel, make you drop and spill
Got no mercy unless you talk to deal
Quit talk and kneel, you won't top my will, bitch!

(Chorus (repeat 2x))
Welcome to the show, all come inside
You can hear proper sound when it's Amplified
You wanna party with the best and say "fuck the rest"
'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less

("Say what?" scratched some more)

(Sen Dog)
Ain't no-body better, on that you can bet (CY-PRESS!)
Wanna see a dope show? Put your money on my set
Real emcees and real DJs
Real South-siders from the heart of LA
Now, back in the day we had big sucess
And it's like that now and we won't settle for less
You can beat the LB from the new latin lingo
Nowadays you nothin', without a hit single
Time to get loco, and put bodies in motion
Hit the stage in a rage, and start up a commotion
No I ain't jokin, see my mic smokin'?
I slam it like the art and make sure it's broken

(Chorus (repeat 2x))
Welcome to the show, all come inside
You can hear proper sound when it's Amplified
You wanna party with the best and say "fuck the rest"
'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less

(scratching to fade)

Marajuana plant is a hemp plant
It's used for many other things than just smoking
One acre of hemp produces four times as much paper than an acre of trees
(Legalize it)
(Legalize it)
Pot herb marijuana
(Legalize it)
Every denomination every color every religion
(Legalize it)
George Washington grew hemp on his farm
(Legalize it)
That is just 1 1/12
I have given you all the seed bearing plants on earth to use
(Legalize it)

"Aw man wake up... ' fuck is goin' on?"
"Shit"
"Oh shit I can't wake up nigga..."
"Oh shit, what the fuck's goin' on? Can't keep these voices out o' my head"
"You messin' with the wrong nigga this time."
"Fucked up... aw shit."

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
Goddamn why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me
Fuck 'em, and feed 'em 'cause I don't need 'em
I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em
They don't understand my logic
To my gatt to my money and I'm hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin' that trigga
I'll dig ya
That grave on the east side of town
Now you're six feet underground
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is
Click clack, barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out wit' a bang
Wa dada dang, wa dada daa dang

Chorus:

I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions

Muthafuckas be drivin' me up the walls
Hopin' that I fall but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket
Strap it
In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
'Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I'm lookin for someone like me
Livin' in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city
Lookin' at the ho' wit' the big titties
Lookin' at me and I feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin' hot
'Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin' to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin' 'round wit' the gauge or a rope

Chorus:

I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions

I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions

I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions

Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog

B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)

Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm Motherfucker
(overlapping intro's end)

Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!

Chorus

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: B-Real

Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music outro)

[Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
[B-Real] Yo, bringin it on
[Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it

Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real

[Wyclef] You say guns
[B-Real] I say pistolas
[Wyclef] Well if you got beef son
[B-Real] Callate la boca
[Wyclef] Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
[B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
[Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin
[B-Real] Think you got a soul but you′re a Dead Man Walking
[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts′ we boast
When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost
[B-Real] You′ll hear shots, like the show Cops
Things are still the same, I′m still growin crops
[Wyclef] Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet
[B-Real] Killa bee kill
[Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your grip

Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill

[B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] You open up your eyes you′ll be the next one to die
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh
[Wyclef] Now he rest in the place that they call paradise

Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef

Fools run up, but they′ve never seen the last
Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
Can he pass or does he posess the will
Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
Punks are broken some dey fall off the ledge
Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge

You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
How ya gonna win that′s like Satan without no sin (without no sin)
They′ll never happen while I′m rappin I be watchin
The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan
The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs
But there′s no survivors, they all died in the flood

Chorus

Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real

Yo, once a child, twice a villain
If this was drugs I′d make a million off this combination
They say you′redope Clef you′re dope so they offer me sess and beer
Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares
The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
I′m doomed join the son of man in the tomb

I see the soldiers, comin from out the shadows
Ready for battle, ain′t trying to hear the baffled
Warriors lined up in full war gear
In it to win it if it goes on for years
Dedicated to the stable of the Assassins
Revolutionaries, just bring on the action

Chorus

[WYCLEF]
Soldier man
Rewind selector soldier man
Refugee soldier man
Brooklyn soldier man
L.A massive soldier man
New Jersey massive soldier man
Uptown massive soldier man
Long beach massive soldier man
You know the whole world watches soldier man

Boom biddy bye bye open up ya eyes you′ll be the next one to die.......

As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back
Even before I started blazing the chronic sack
I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid
Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did
I was at unimpressionable age through a faze
An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage
Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds
Hanging over my head being wicked and loud
And sometimes those demons haunt me and taunt me
Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me
They come at me from all angles and dangles
Memories in front of me, but I wont run away
I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches
But I don't want to get locked away cause I whack bitches
I left those ways back in the old days
So go away I don't got no time to throw away

(Chorus)

Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)

I got my education on the streets
And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats
To say whatever I went through or going through
Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin you
Learn how some of these record companies be holdin you
Attaching an image in the end controllin you
But we set out to set ourselves apart
And let these people know just what they had from the start
It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form
We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm
People slept on me and doubted my skill level
But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level
You been introduced to some of the real rebels
Injected with venom from god to kill devils

(Chorus)

Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)

I remember my days as youth
Teenage gangsters with somethin to prove
See man amuse and we creep and we strew
Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew
Just -- having fun but you crazy kids
Never thought about no prison beds
Got gang-sters twenty-five and alive
Never see the kids all fucking wild
But that's the game and shit don't change
Get respect for smoking brains
You get a name and you build your rep
You courting fools coming in your set
Before you know we're having fun
Slamming doping and packing gun
Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces
Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases

(Chorus)

Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so we can survive)

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*

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*