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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina) Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera Hermanito la lucha recien empieza (Es mala por la gana) Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci Came out the other man Southern land Didn't have another hand Never had another plan I'm different to the mother land Some will get a summer tan It's hotter than a summer jam Live for today Cause you'll never gettin another chance I ain't trippin off the he say and she say Cause we say **** And pass me a cuba libre That's what we want Don't front I could see ya but You don't want to see the cold heap up front How we blow it up We came to blow it up, hit the spot So we're done Representin' in, blowin up That's how we show the love That's how we pass up all this **** that We know gon' come It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won [chorus] Latino hasta la muerte Chicos they working hard Bout the noise, Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke Marinero pasero con clinicas Santeros con muera Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela Ya'll like scarface, I'm more like sosa Cypress hill pretty flaco It's our culture From cali to the crib, crib Me in miami Thank god I'm doin music If not I'd be tying families I'm not a asshole(oh no) About my cash flow Let me take this **** And send this letter off to Castro Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda. [chorus] We way to hot Always comin up with something clever A costa lostra Cypress hill maca fera Feelin fancy in the hip throne, guayabera And we just clowning On what we call some, money-lera Call me sammy Wild child from the isles I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse Stilo be guajiro Latino is the lingo I'm straight cuban-ichi I bang Pina del Rio Lockin up this function Just like Benny More Go ahead and play the congas And I'm gonna rap over it Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here Yes sir I gotta go Get me some Chiva's Regal And slap me some dominos [chorus] |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
This is fucking weed is good holmes
Fuck! You know, the first time i fuckin' blazed up I was listing to those bopo's Cypress Hill You ever heard of them holmes? Ya i heard of em They fuckin' suck Are you fuckin stupid eh? What the fuck are you talking about, those bopo's are feed man eh' I'm gonna shoot you boy Shut up (pop pop!) Ganja Ganja Ganja Ganja Bang bang Ganja Bang bang Ganja Bang bang Ganja Bang bang Ganja This is for those haters and imitators Take your medicine you won't like the flavor The taste ain't sweet we lace that beef Never forget how we play in the streets Never forget what you say in the streets If you talk too loud get laid with the heat We want that cake and j, you can't stop us Out the gate we take those dollars Get a crew while we do us some real shit Me and the dogs we rock steady pushin' the Hill shit We flip scripts like dough boys clip bricks Get money like lottery quick picks We stick with it and homie i'm quick witted Still in the game and sane we still spit it Top level, livin' like a rebel Settle down bitch while we skip that medal Remember when you motherfuckers Tried to take what's mine Nigga's left me for dead But i'll never forget (bang bang) Payback! (bang bang) Payback! (bang bang) Payback! (bang bang) I came up in the game doin' my thang for the flava Never thought game gang, bangin' on the haters They used to gangbang on the corner black came out Drop on the world was a big flame out I remember when you niggas used to front on me Everywhere I ride kept the gun on me I only used to listen to my one OG, He said get money but stay low key So its a payback, with pain in the back The whole world gettin' high When I say it on the track And I say it with a gap To hit em up with All it takes is one hit and you never forget Smoke ont he Hill Wanna kill the whole spliff Fuckin' shot we takin' the whole thing Remember we don't miss Remember when you motherfuckers Tried to take what's mine Nigga's left me for dead But i'll never forget (bang bang) Payback! (bang bang) Payback! (bang bang) Payback! (bang bang) Ganja Ganja Ganja Ganja Bang bang Ganja Bang bang Ganja Bang bang Ganja Bang bang Ganja [x2] |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[feat. Mike Shinoda]
[B-Real]?I was an outcast, outsider,?Trouble maker?A lost soul, outta control,?In danger?Didn't have a care in the world?My feeling were numb?Never showing emotion?Is easy for some?I don't know how it happened?How I got to this point?But I needed a way out?I was stuck in a void?I needed another path or I'd self destruct?I was down on my luck?My head was so f-cked!?A menace rollin' the streets is what I was?Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs?You couldn't tell me a thing,?I was like my brother,?Words went in one ear and out the other?Slangin' and bangin',?With a chip on my shoulder?An insane, hit the brain?Certified street soldier?So close to the grave,?You at an early age,?Can't tell you the price I've paid??[Mike Shinoda - Chorus]?Oh the sky overhead,?Is like a canvas of grey?I dunno how much time,?I'm begginin' to save?From the first spring to light?To the end of the day?I'm just livin', my life?'Till they come carry me away??[Sen Dog]?I've been there in LA nights?In the block where I came up?My pops used to hate?When we hanged with them bangers?Guess he knew one day that we'll become us?That's just how it is when you live where we come from?"Fight, don't run"?Is the motto we live by?Get 'em on the ground?And stomp a mind about ten times?Sure we was just kids back then?I had no remorse for what we did back then?Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in?Hit the strip, and go and get the sh-t crack in?Gun wars, and drug deals, I seen 'em happen?When I started losin' home boys I wasn't laughin'?I looked all around and seen,?None of 'em there?That's when I figured out,?That nobody cared?If we lived or die,?We'll just get high and ride?And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time??[Chorus]??[B-Real]?My mother was there for me?Every step of the way?She did'nt judge me?She told me I'd win some day?When I was at my lowest?When I had no focus?She pulled me out the gutter?Said I wasn't hopeless?Every night she prayed for me?I was out on the street?Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat?Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes?It's an every day hazard when you hustle for doe?So many nights I didn't come home,?She thought the worst?Maybe somebody shot me down?Without any remorse?Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell?Well I regret all those time that I put her through hell?When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches?And everybody I lost or let down,?I wish I could take it all back?And make it better but I can't,?So I try to make amends?And be there, through thick and thin??[Chorus]??[Mike Shinoda]?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?[End] |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
(this bout is for the heavyweight championship of the world i give you the one and only cypress hill)
I say get down with us Go smoke a pound with us Shoot another round with us Welcome to bounce with us Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now [x2] Straight up we raise up been around for awhile we still blaze up And haters pay up I lay up in the cemetary bow down son, it's customary We show up and blow up Take over the whole show then it's over You know what Feels good to throwin' bones and such Let lemme burn this track so I can light your blunts (light em up) east coast west coast we mash up down south overseas we cash em in a whip we bunk homie stand up we back on the block get your hands up get dazed up and baked up one little hit from the kush you're spaced out and fade out get 'em up get 'em up get 'em up now all the people in the back come on up now I say get down with us Go smoke a pound with us Shoot around round with us Welcome to bounce with us Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now [x2] Take notes we make notes we livin that real shit boy no fake hoes you konw we break through tear open the fuckin coffin no stoppin so take precaution get high strung and die young But I'll calm you down with whats in my lungs scared to try some put you in a state of bliss need some homie i give you a hit gangsters hustlers we play rough everybody wanna talk we don't say much we roll so thick that you hate us you plan an attack on the caper one crime its all time never givin in cuz we ride the hardline watch the starshine we bring the whole house down Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now I say get down with us Go smoke a pound with us Shoot around round with us Welcome to bounce with us Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now [x2] (In the green corner undefeated as a professional is the one and only sen dog!) get cracked spit nice go in all in the paint you just get by see me get high puffing like mr. marley hear his twitches in the low low of who's a harley we hang out and bang out all you scatter when i pull my thing out and ring out you don't know me i shout my name out try to test me boy i blow your brains out eastside westside we get em up any enemies guess who set em up you afraid of me guess who let me up take my stack see who wet em up tengo mi fierro no te olvides,soy pistolero te quemo! and we'll smoke up all your ashes up throw em up smoke em up get em up! I say get down with us Go smoke a pound with us Shoot around round with us Welcome to bounce with us Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now Get 'em up Get 'em up Get 'em up now [x2] {the winner by knockout the 17 time world champion the better ace of the stage the one and only the kushstav the hashstav Cypress Hill!!! hill hill.. hill..) |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
I'mma do my thing, let me tell you right now Cuz I don’t know any other way of livin' my life now Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble Some of you hustle and some of you just lookin’ for trouble (some of you just lookin' for trouble!) I don’t follow or lead, tomorrow's a dream Pray to God to intervine on all the sorrow I've seen (U Know I mean?) You want out of here, you can leave when you wanna Nothin' can stop you if that’s your type of persona (Persona!) Life is short enough don’t make me say it 10 times (10Times!) I'll kick over for mine even in the end times (Times) I can beat the system, come on, let’s say it with me Show me some optimism, we can take over the city (We can take over the city!) [B-Real (Sen Dog):] Real life represent the scams since the first day Gangstas, hustlas, grindin' out around the way Can’t stop gotta be always on the paper chase Educated, they won’t give it, but I did it anyway (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say I'mma get it anyway x2 (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say I'mma get it anyway x2 [Sen Dog:] There comes a time in your life, you gotta go for yours Stay invaders like the battle of forever more I stay pedal to the metal foot on the floor I'mma keep on the streets, knockin' down your doors I'm by the dollar, like everybody oughtta be Don't burn nobody and make the money honestly Open your home with the internet technology I get it anyway just by the [?] economy See I ain't coughin' unless it makes a profit I'm droppin' it so hot, chick, like everyday gossip Regardless of the climate, I'm gonna get it every day Even if the bullets spray, I'm gonna get it anyway [B-Real (Sen Dog):] This is for my real life represent the scams since the first day Gangstas, hustlas, grindin' out around the way Can't stop, gotta be always on the paper chase Educated, they won't give it but I did it anyway (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say I'mma get it anyway x2 (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say I'mma get it anyway x2 [Sen Dog (B-Real):] Sing (La, la, la, la, la) You know we blazin' up that (La, la, la, la, la) All around the world (La, la, la, la, la) Our peoples gettin' money (La, la, la, la, la) Let me hear you sing [B-Real (Sen Dog):] So let 'em hear the cellar by, [?] the collar Makin' it harder for you to wanna make an honest dollar You wanna sip a little to make your pain numb Tippin' that bottle got you forgettin' where you came from (Forgettin' where you came from!) But I'm the same one, where you think my name's from? I'mma keep it movin' and never stop till the game's done (Never stop till the game's done!) Forever we live it, forever we spit it, remember the minute You witnessed the realest that ever did it (Quit it!) Still I'm committed, no matter what I hear from the critic People can see through a gimmick, I'm puttin' on a clinic (I'm puttin' on a clinic!) We a troubled times, swervin' through the double lines You're in a head on collision 'cause now you servin' time (Now you servin' time!) [B-Real (Sen Dog):] This is for my real life represent the scams since the first day Gangstas, hustlas, grindin' out around the way Can't stop gotta be always on the paper chase Educated, they won't give it (Come on!), but I did it anyway (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say Imma get it anyway x2 (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say Imma get it anyway x2 [Sen Dog (B-Real):] Sing! (La la la la la) You know we blazin up that (La la la la la) All around the world (La la la la la) Our peoples getting money (La la la la la) Let me hear you sing! (x3) |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
Came back to life, for your protection
Back the dead of resurrection We came to change the whole completion Take this game a new direction Last stop when the gas popped When the Kush blows free And the low-lows drop To photo-opt No flash We smash Get cash Cash out the fuckin spot Ita?˙s a new day to bill Expect the hill We grab the bill The trip is real Dona?˙t make pull out the steal link Cause all the commotion And emotions kill Heat-seekers, if the come seekers Serve your asses through the big speakers Anyone, anywhere, we on jack Blowing up another spot with the contract Bounce bounce bounce bounce Kill em up Tear em up Put him down Jump jump jump jump If he acts tough Shut him up Put him down Bounce bounce bounce bounce Getting high Let him ride Put him down Jump jump jump jump If you dona?˙t give a fuck Blow him up Put him down The fear factor The peri-actor Adrenalin maxed in bringing the raptor We cap it and coming at ya Studio gangsters applying the actra Still print that real shit I'm the dog in the cup And real hard to deal with How long have we heard you down And broke down doors with the grimey sound No surrender, we push and enter Take over the scene and blaze the green Put a chill through ya body When you saw my teeth Find yourself in the middle Where the pink convenes Dont slip on the misfits Coz the minute you popshit The mic gets twisted Anytime, anywhere we blast off The right start as parted your ass off Bounce bounce bounce bounce Kill em up Tear em up Put him down Jump jump jump jump If he acts tough Shut him up Put him down Bounce bounce bounce bounce Getting high Let him ride Put him down Jump jump jump jump If you dont give a fuck Blow him up Put him down We blow smoke in the air to fill the nation Getting you high no hesitation So hard to charge, no complication Take another hit for respiration Legalise dona?˙t criticize Coz one day you might understand who to symbolise Any man, any woman gotta like that First trying put a cape, gotta fight back Let strip shows, like flip mode We make you bounce on the track With sick flows and kick toe Dont trip in the marsh pit Its a danger to spray just for salts on toxic We're phenomenal, so unstoppable UNLIMITED, your just comical Stay back, with slate jack (way back) Payback's a bitch and we know how to play that Bounce bounce bounce bounce Kill em up Tear em up Put him down Jump jump jump jump If he acts tough Shut him up Put him down Bounce bounce bounce bounce Getting high Let him ride Put him down Jump jump jump jump If you dont give a fuck Blow him up Put him down Kill em up Tear em up Put em down If he acts tough Shut em up Put em down Getting high Let em ride Put em down If you dont give a fuck Blow em up Put him down |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for face time Get your own tape but don't bother to chase mine I got a block, man, we havin' a great time You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that I lace mine Light up the stage, for the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find they can never be in the game I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same time Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save time Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind Put you in the bind from the minute you came by So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Git it, you gotta get your straps up Git it, you gotta get your stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up I'm right here on the block When it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down Come up in our town and you're pissin' a fourth now Got four ounces and three bottles of Jack Two fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with is strapped Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools? Try disrespectin', my Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my face You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your place 'Cause your little ass name don't hold no weight And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake Get your asses denied down the road I take And let me tell you one more thing before I skate If you a fake or a snake, I'mma send you to your grave You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Git it, you gotta get your straps up Git it, you gotta get your stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up and you bound to get hurt I'm a First Staff OG from outta the gutter With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies covered It's gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops All bullshit will stop A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime but I won't blink We go against everything, smoke all the green Got the low wrong swingin', ain't nothing to me We put it down anywhere like it's something to see So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters degree And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to work Punks act up and you bound to get hurt You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Git it, you gotta get your straps up Git it, you gotta get your stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[B-Real]
I’m systematic, hydromatic I’m unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz I don’t play guitar and still on your radar And you can help by screamin, “FUCK YOU HATERS!” I’m so hungry I’ll take what’s on your plate Look in your face like I’ma hit you with the milk crate They say he one of the greatest, he’s a animal My appetite is enormous like that of a cannibal I eat emcees up, you might wanna ease up I squeeze the trigger like I squeeze on a C cup The beat is like crack now, you might wanna re up Pete Rock, hit us with the heat rock, ease up! I’m on the block straight, smokin up a Ozone You in my shit, steady beggin for my homegrown The beat is on, the heat is on If Sen Dog’s Cheech, I must be Chong [Chorus] When I got this mic (i'mma light it up) When I step on stage (i'mma light it up) Go ahead and pass the blunt (i'mma light it up) Everybody everbody (i'mma light it up) [x2] [Sen Dog] I'm so amazing the joint's a blazin' on any occassion forfeit limousine for hatin hip hop so we took the nation by storn on the stages the times are changes My 9 is dangerous My steel is stainless it will leave you brainless none is famous we run LA its nobody take honey's are waitin' backstage at the show they wanna run with the crew half-ska with theis moc in my hand Imma stay true to my friends true to the streets if you say you are a dealer you have to proove it me [Chorus] When I got this mic (i'mma light it up) When I step on stage (i'mma light it up) Go ahead and pass the blunt (i'mma light it up) Everybody everbody (i'mma light it up) [x2] [B-Real] beggin for a bong hit only what you beggin for [Sen Dog] ashes to ashes we put you in the dirt if you fuck with us [B-Real] put it on youtube [Sen Dog] operate with a screw loose last day out I give you a new suit [Chorus] When I got this mic (i'mma light it up) When I step on stage (i'mma light it up) Go ahead and pass the blunt (i'mma light it up) Everybody everbody (i'mma light it up) [x2] |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[feat. Evidence of Dilated Peoples]
(Put it in the air...) Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Then put in the air If you wanna get high Spark it up in a circle With the kush weed that would hurt you If you got the purple we can blaze it Either way, The high you scerch? You shoulda bought Then you know the rules Before you hit it once When you catch my blunt You know which way to pass it When it comes Pass the joint on the left hand side Don't ever pass it on the right Never ash it on my Nike If you sprinkle hash in it Just don't let it out your sight 'Cause if you take it outta sight, Well ya just beggin' for a fight Aight! Give me a lighter, So why you can't decide To ignite it? Puff Puff Pass homie! Don't just stand and try to hide it I smoke a bowl or a spliff And uplift my sprits Then I take a bong hit Hit it fuckin' hard And clear it Hit it with the left hand, Pass to the next man Still the fool is blessed, And his weed is from the west And you'll never get it done Your bitin', You can bet it on your life It's 4/20 every night Who wanna get high? Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....) Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side And then put it in the air If you wanna get high I'm Green Evidence On the podium, stands the minister I see weed from Cypress trees I just finished up I'm center stage high, Civic center stage dive Even summer,winter, spring, And fall, ain't the same My heads in the clouds Of smoke then I choke and laugh, Then toke on the left hand side No joke work Can touch these Los Angeles souls We twist herbs up The word's a dangerous flow (Go!) (Only on the left hand...) When I smoke I'm tilted to the side like a kick stand Roll up a rock And call me a middle man I'm sinkin' a riddle Like it was quicksand One *snort* clear out your nasal passage Wit the medicine of dristan VoilA?A? My mind at ease... The Police car (Whoop-Whoop) Wanna come find my trees Hashish from Iraq Will make my eyes chinese Tearing up the studio Just tryin' to find my keys (la, la, la, la, la...) It's like that ya'll Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side (la, la, la, la, la...) Pass the joint on the left hand side Only on the left hand side Pass the joint on the left hand side Then put it in the air If you wanna get high Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....) |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
Living in the big city
The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn Im on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball This life that I live It aint for the weak Got my roddy gangster that came off the street Im trying to keep the peace but I gotta keep my pace Got these drunk police Want me all rappy And Im searching for the higher ground I want my head in the sky So high that I cant come down Leave your lies in every town across the nation Cause you can never stop to play Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) How high can you get? Cruising in the drop chevy Got my foot on the floor Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy You wanna look inside And see whos crossing the brine Curiosity is killing you With stick in the prime I get high from the brim in the set Never gripping the square But all you haters couldnt hold my. Dont need a clip for my ? straight You should leave it alone And check your toe cause my line will spit This right heres as high as it gets Somebody likes it..the hell Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who will show you,you gotta pass the check Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets You came,for me Im the best And you can keep the dress Cause Im smoke at the less Turn a step back Im tired of getting pushed Gotta rise up to the top(to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Gotta rise up to the top(to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) How high can you get? I go psycho Crazy Michael Myers Except the stages on fire going higher Cause when I lean on a flyer Theres so much more to make the whole city rise This defines a man to get the whole world lifted Wall man trying to make a land with a mission Theres no way you can stand in this position You cant take the heat get the f*ck about the tension Go with the will to hustle,you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle Were going to world top,homeboy this is the show We gotta blow up the stage be out the doorSometimes we all nedd an escape So when we form our track Well get your mind while we get the stat I made a pack with a crew on the hill We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) How high can you get? |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
"Breaking news story, just bringing you up to date..
..across the US, as the country's economy continues to plunge.. ..now some are so outraged they are doing something about it.. ..congress is proposing new taxes.. ..symbols remind you of the toll the ongoing wars are taking on our country.. CEOs..." [Chorus] Shut 'em down Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Yes, we shut em down [x2] [Sen Dog] Somethin' getting down from the motherfuckin' get go Hands around your neck and i'm refusing to let go I'm like a down south crooked ass police Gettin' me some of everything down to your show biz See they got me Straight goin' up G Going buck wild Swinging on the paparazzi We not done, this shit ain't over We're back with a nation of soldiers We ain't havin' it We takin' over kid Coming through with the cannabis potent shit I'm thinkin' oh no We rock the good show Hand over the mic like Billy Boddy in a fist show [Chorus] (Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold Wars, Politicians, Quiet Tax) Shut 'em down Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Yes, we shut em down [x2] [B-Real] Going down the cross roads Feeling kinda lost No way to make it forsaken and taken for a lost soul I don't want your sympathy I don't need your hand out Never had it planned out Just a cut your man out Wars on the newscast Caught it on a news flash Heard about a new tax What if i refuse that? I don't want your promises I don't need your bullshit I don't need you telling me the answers at the pulpit Setup for the meltdown Hunted by the hellhounds Spiders got you spellbound Get up if you fell down I don't hate your slick talk I don't seek your point of view I'm the fucking thorn your side that keeps annoying you [Chorus] (A Common Enemy, hypocrites, Crooked Cops, Drug Lords, Higher Tax) Shut 'em down Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Yes, we shut em down [x2] [Chorus] (War Criminals, Politicians, No Surrender, By any means) Shut 'em down Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Shut 'em down (Shut em down) Yes, we shut em down [x2] |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[feat. Everlast]
Im at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites, Im destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life, Im under pressure but the time is right, For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night, Im searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise, And my neighbours are looking at me with hate in their eyes, Quad and tea, the streets filled with death and lies, Was set up to die but we plant seeds to rise, So when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected, Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it, I gotta believe, in more than I see,in something better than this, whatever it is, I need a quate before my feeling is gone, Maybe my feeling is wrong But ill embrace it like a beautiful song, I feel something strong coming along, I cant explain what it is, but I'm relaxed till my mind is gone. Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. This feeling is hitting me hard, my soul is scarred, The feeling is saw like I'm getting a message from god, Believin in cause, no one believes in the laws, The reason the strong breaks - a soul is lost, Im searching for my soul in a myst of boldest insanity, I'd vanity my home is a warzone callamity, randomly, Tragedies happen I'm sick of this life, I'd give in a minute the Vicapri is from stripe, Gotta bond with the new brothers, leditucci and Cheddars survival of our mothers would be proud of us, When the day comes and we rise the high of our faith, And nothing can touch us, we dont the feel the mothers, Now the bees inside of my head, the life that I lead, Left me for dead and lost on the path that I tread, I blade so many to rest, from family to friends We pretend it doesnt happen, but when will it end? Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. I gotta new thought in my mind, in a matter of time, Ill be in a sublime state of the spiritual kind, My family is holding me high, theyre nervous inside, I can see in their eyes pride but the eyes dont lie, If the celebration continues Ill follow my heart, And my home is being infected from the poisonous dart. Its fallin apart, I dont wanna see its demise. So imma have to make a difference to remember I tried, My brother and sister smiling as I leave in the night, My mother kisses me on the cheek and my father is quiet, No words need to be said as my patters begun, cause Nothing can break the chain of a father and son, As I take a step in the street where my destiny lies, Tryin to focus, my nerves got my stomach in ties, Rollin in a club god damn these people are young, But needs to be done so Ill reach you over the hoe. Day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (2010)
[feat. Daron Malakian]
[B-Real] I'm on a rampage Rippin' up the damn stage Wartime fate Dealer Some say renegade Part-time psycho Sippin' on lemonade Don't want trouble But i'll give it to you anyway Yes, i'm insane Put you in pain My mind has been trained To live in the fastlane Should I slow down Fuckin' speed up You better take a hit from my weed You need some [B-Real] Go hard go hard live hard die hard Rape one cap one fake one slap one Break one jack one save one get one Rise up rise up Take me higher [chorus] Got my hands on the wheel And i'm never lookin' back in my rearview mirror I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker Can't eat or sleep i need some medical attention i'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker [Sen Dog] Y'all wanna die But midnight stalker The graveyard walker And I don't like coppers The mic linebacker Elvis comin' at cha Middle of the pig Wanna pay off disaster Hide ya from cypress All around hypin' Songs like these keep bringing up my prices Dog in the food In bob marley hold out Balls to the wall on a date with a student [chorus] Roll hard go hard live hard die hard Break one cap one fake one slap one Break one jack one save one get one Rise up rise up Take me higher Got my hands on the wheel And i'm never lookin' back in my rearview mirror I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I don't care about them and if you see me comin' Actions are clear I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker They say i'm crazy lately I'm off the chains don't touch me baby I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker Can't eat or sleep i need some medical attention i'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker [B-Real] Is that so? Listen in your headphones Carvin' up your headstone Guessin you was dead wrong So up the heatwave Betta learn to behave These days we pass weed like a relay Sorta like a hand off Then you really handle it You puff up a hit Then you're lit like a candle We lead by example You know that we are showin' proof Gonna beat them whose are over you Beat down overdue Had to learn the hard way Homie started flippin' and We left them in the hallway Gonna puff all day Shut em down late night Motherfuckers wanna play What you got stage fright? [chorus] Got my hands on the wheel And i'm never lookin' back in the rearview mirror I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I don't care about them and if you see me comin' Actions are clear I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker They say i'm crazy lately I'm off the chains don't touch me baby I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker Can't eat or sleep i need some medical attention i'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker I'm a trouble seeker |
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from Cypress Hill - Armada Latina (Feat. Pitbull and Marc Anthony) [single] (2010)
Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina) Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera Hermanito la lucha recien empieza (Es mala por la gana) Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci Came out the other man Southern land Didn't have another hand Never had another plan I'm different to the mother land Some will get a summer tan It's hotter than a summer jam Live for today Cause you'll never gettin another chance I ain't trippin off the he say and she say Cause we say **** And pass me a cuba libre That's what we want Don't front I could see ya but You don't want to see the cold heap up front How we blow it up We came to blow it up, hit the spot So we're done Representin' in, blowin up That's how we show the love That's how we pass up all this **** that We know gon' come It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won [chorus] Latino hasta la muerte Chicos they working hard Bout the noise, Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke Marinero pasero con clinicas Santeros con muera Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela Ya'll like scarface, I'm more like sosa Cypress hill pretty flaco It's our culture From cali to the crib, crib Me in miami Thank god I'm doin music If not I'd be tying families I'm not a asshole(oh no) About my cash flow Let me take this **** And send this letter off to Castro Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda. [chorus] We way to hot Always comin up with something clever A costa lostra Cypress hill maca fera Feelin fancy in the hip throne, guayabera And we just clowning On what we call some, money-lera Call me sammy Wild child from the isles I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse Stilo be guajiro Latino is the lingo I'm straight cuban-ichi I bang Pina del Rio Lockin up this function Just like Benny More Go ahead and play the congas And I'm gonna rap over it Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here Yes sir I gotta go Get me some Chiva's Regal And slap me some dominos [chorus] |
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from Cypress Hill - Rise Up (Feat. Tom Morello) [single] (2010)
Living in the big city
The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn Im on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball This life that I live It aint for the weak Got my roddy gangster that came off the street Im trying to keep the peace but I gotta keep my pace Got these drunk police Want me all rappy And Im searching for the higher ground I want my head in the sky So high that I cant come down Leave your lies in every town across the nation Cause you can never stop to play Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) How high can you get? Cruising in the drop chevy Got my foot on the floor Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy You wanna look inside And see whos crossing the brine Curiosity is killing you With stick in the prime I get high from the brim in the set Never gripping the square But all you haters couldnt hold my. Dont need a clip for my ? straight You should leave it alone And check your toe cause my line will spit This right heres as high as it gets Somebody likes it..the hell Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who will show you,you gotta pass the check Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets You came,for me Im the best And you can keep the dress Cause Im smoke at the less Turn a step back Im tired of getting pushed Gotta rise up to the top(to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Gotta rise up to the top(to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) How high can you get? I go psycho Crazy Michael Myers Except the stages on fire going higher Cause when I lean on a flyer Theres so much more to make the whole city rise This defines a man to get the whole world lifted Wall man trying to make a land with a mission Theres no way you can stand in this position You cant take the heat get the f*ck about the tension Go with the will to hustle,you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle Were going to world top,homeboy this is the show We gotta blow up the stage be out the doorSometimes we all nedd an escape So when we form our track Well get your mind while we get the stat I made a pack with a crew on the hill We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top) Cant stop(How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) Rise Up(Rise Up) How high can you get? |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - It Ain't Nothin' [single] (2010)
I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for face time Get your own tape but don't bother to chase mine I got a block, man, we havin' a great time You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that I lace mine Light up the stage, for the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find they can never be in the game I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same time Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save time Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind Put you in the bind from the minute you came by So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Git it, you gotta get your straps up Git it, you gotta get your stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up I'm right here on the block When it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down Come up in our town and you're pissin' a fourth now Got four ounces and three bottles of Jack Two fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with is strapped Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools? Try disrespectin', my Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my face You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your place 'Cause your little ass name don't hold no weight And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake Get your asses denied down the road I take And let me tell you one more thing before I skate If you a fake or a snake, I'mma send you to your grave You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Git it, you gotta get your straps up Git it, you gotta get your stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up and you bound to get hurt I'm a First Staff OG from outta the gutter With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies covered It's gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops All bullshit will stop A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime but I won't blink We go against everything, smoke all the green Got the low wrong swingin', ain't nothing to me We put it down anywhere like it's something to see So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters degree And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to work Punks act up and you bound to get hurt You wanna step up, get your ass touched You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Git it, you gotta get your straps up Git it, you gotta get your stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
(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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
(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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
(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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
(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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
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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from Cypress Hill - What's Your Number? [single] (2004)
Let's go!
I met her at the club, her friend liked me but she didn't. She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits. She didn't want to be one of those ho's whose clothes exploiting their body's from head to toes. She had glossy lips, she was swaying her hips on the dance floor and every ni-- flashing the grips trying to impress her in vain, she gave no play, tend to offer numbers and she said no way. I thought to myself let it go the girl on beat, but like Smoky 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 conquer pain so I slowly walked over and I asked her name Chorus 2x: What's your name? What's your number? I would like to get to know you, Can we have a conversation? The night is young, Girl Give me a chance She gave a smile but I got no answer though it took a while before she could gave a chance she sat too cool. I offered her a drink she turned me down flat she said "If you want my name you gotta do better than that." I said, "Okay, 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 reals, but every guy in the club tries slipping me pills, I don't trust that each and everyone would lie to you" I said "I understand but that's not what I tried to do, I wasn't even gonna go 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." She gave me a funny look, I couldn't tell what it meant. She let her guard down and on the conversation went Chorus 2x: What's your name? What's your number? I would like to get to know you, Can we have a conversation? The night is young, Girl Give me a chance Lets go! She said I want a man with the plan and ambition not an immature... on a... get mission. I'm too good but 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 want to 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 alright, 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, take a walk on the street? We slipped outta the club with no worries, seemed she wanted to get out in a hurry. We hung all night, and we lost our friends...'til they caught us banging in the back of a Benz. Chorus 4x: What's your name? What's your number? I would like to get to know you, Can we have a conversation? The night is young, Girl Give me a chance Let's go! |
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from Cypress Hill - Stash [ep, remix] (2002)
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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 |
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from Cypress Hill - Stash [ep, remix] (2002)
[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) * "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) *scratching to fade* |
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from Cypress Hill - Stash [ep, remix] (2002)
[Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool! |
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from Cypress Hill - Stash [ep, remix] (2002)
Some people tell me that I need help Some people can fuck off and go to hell God damn, 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 gat to my money and I'm hooked on chronic I never wanted to hurt a nigga Unless ya come flexin that trigga, I dig ya That grave on the east side of town Lay ya six feet underground From man, to the dust to the ashes All I remember tell me where the cash is Clic Cloc barrel at my dome Give all your loot or you ain't going home But I ain't going out wit the pain Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang Chorus: I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind Muthafuckas be drivin me up the walls Hopin that I fall but they can suck my balls Straight jacket, strap it In a padded room when some punk niggaz 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 just 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 I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions 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 |
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from Cypress Hill - Stash [ep, remix] (2002)
[Sen Dog] Freak to the funk that no-one else is bringing Sen Dog with the funky bilenge Yeah that's the nombre, heard the homey Peace to Mellow and Frost, and the deporte Sen Dog is not kid from the Telano I'm down, another fried hispano One of the many of the latin deseyano [de-say-ahnyo] And I got plenty for the Jennies tryin to hound dog But wait, they're clownin on me cause of my language I have to tell em straight up, it's called spanglish Now who's on the fiend, gala gringo Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual Yeah, funky bilingual! Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual It's the latin lingo! [Sen Dog] From the entro, when I come in, suckers fronted They mida, another bilingual from bein a banga, como ejemplo, check the tempo Ahh, it's that chingonla instrumental Ya no usted, como somos Yo no jovo, I gots the soul dose And you can hear it, in las skonkas Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger Don't be such a leper what chupa la cabeza Hey homes, pass the cervaza Before I have to go and push up on your resa Hmm, she's fine, son que fresca Here homes have a hit of this yesca Deep yo enseno [en-senyo] the lingua la prento Now you know, that I am in the centro Where you live, si tu puedes Nowadays you ain't shit without your puentes Something like it's gangbang, vatos get it BANG BANG Could of hung out with them now you callin me a insane Senta la mi cado, senta mi conmigo Make way, for the the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual Funky bilinguals hoe! Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual It's the latin lingo, baby! Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual Funky bilingual... Some of that old Latin funk, knowhatI'msayin? [Sen Dog] (What's up homey? Don't you know me?) Si mon (Ain't you the brother of the mas pingo?) Straight up And I'm down with La Raza Kid Frost got my back, BOO-YAA! in la casa Cause everyday things get a little crazier As I step to the microphone area First I claim my city, pudo los angeles [an-heles] Yeah (you know homes) that's where the calles is Vato wouldn't know me, along with the heinas Catchin all them slippin, for they such a one-timer So when you see me at the party or the baile Before I got here I was gaffled in the calle Troop like a vacho who said I was baracho Had an attitude, tried to play me macho Just relax, calmado mijo Sen Dog with the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual Funky bilingual Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual Funky bilingual Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual Funky bilingual... funky baby! Yeah, I'd like to send peace, to my homeboy B-Real Mellow Man Ace, Kid Frost, Ralph M the Mexican And we're out |
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from Cypress Hill - Stash [ep, remix] (2002)
Intro: Sen Dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up... ...so get it on kid! Verse One: Erick Sermon Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time? And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill Huh, I go on with my bad self I'm the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes I'm doper than the Pete Rock remixes Never walk through the crowd sluggish I'm hardcore to the Bone, I'm Thuggish Ruggish The Green-Eyed, Bandit, I be ERRRICK SERRRMON I gets real determined And one for the trouble, and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace And if you don't know, y'all better recognize I'm coming through with speed, with pounds of weed Verse Two: B-Real Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo I'm representin the Hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel So who wants to be the first nigga to die? Then try and test this, buddha blessed Gemini You get thrown sent home in a coffin Punk stuff don't make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin Bustin open the doors to the temple Takin you to the dark side of your mental Chorus: B-Real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Chorus Verse Three: Redman I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy finger up on the pen, be like "He the bomb, dicky!" These off-keys MC's hawk me, they won't get off me So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies *bzzzzt* Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew with, boom bip or some two and two shit Raw silk, cuz YOU DO IT TO MY MUSIC *Funk Doctor Spock* lock the hypest individual, to put criminal in diapers With my nigga E and Cypress, what I write bitch You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis in your back yard, word to God, Def Squad! With my nigga Keith in the place takin charge Word up you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder You're deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of Chorus Verse Four: MC Eiht Steppin to the park in the Hill you can't hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don't slip, the late night hype, is when I dip Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip Can't feel me, if I was crack you'd try to steal me Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me Keep your hands on your hood, you get got The Green-Eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock You wish you could hang, like I hang Dwells in the C-P-T, the hood thing G, the trigga finger, I'ma get you Hit you, the Tech 9, I'ma split you Ain't no poppin, no stoppin Tick to the tock, tick tock I hit your block Throw your hands in the air, don't bite this I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with Cypress Chorus Chorus Outro: Sen Dog Aight, for everybody All our peeps out on the corners All the alleyways For all our decesed Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets Nineteen ninety-five Soul Assassins in your mind |
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from Cypress Hill - Lowrider [single] (2002)
(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 |
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from Cypress Hill - Lowrider [single] (2002)
(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 |
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from Cypress Hill - Lowrider [single] (2002)
Lowrider"
(feat. Mellow Man Ace) (Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X) Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. (Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight (B-Real) Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged (Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight (B-Real & Sen Dog) Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) (Sen Dog) I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past all of that Makin that feria, spittin that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick Whassup ese? What hood you claim? Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins, runnin everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der) (Chorus) (Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade) Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. |
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from Cypress Hill - Lowrider [single] (2002)
(Intro 4x)
Lalalala-lala-lalala (B-Real) I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic visions would ensue My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate But I ??? ???, all that distorted shit brought it up I came short and couldn't afford to store it up So I began to record it on audio The autobiography of Luis Mario Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable That half the shit I set out to do was achievable But alas, look at all the shit come to pass While we remained strong, others broke like glass Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover: This side up, for the celebrity Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis (Chorus 2x) (Lalalala-lala-lalala) I got my 9mm at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa (B-Real) You know me and you've grown with me And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me I'm hangin out with the people as my posse Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension People turn around when you become a star it seems But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye? You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life? Take a deep one, and peep son Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son Chorus: (B-Real) You know they smile in your face, You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe Cos you know you're just dead-weight But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some reason But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never The ????, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever So think about that, is it worth the pain? When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it: It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded (Chorus 2x) You know they smile in your face You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe Cos you know you're just dead-weight |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(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) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(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) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
B-Real
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses for the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid it's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles some of us out - he used to think we were invincible on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine I carry those days like a weapon close to me The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me (Chorus: B-Real) Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter Snakes' pit every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong You hate the songs that you pump up all day long Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong Stand... B-Real So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve Faces change, liscenses' everywhere you turn Gangsta's become blinded, visions become blurred Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb You came along way but some still refuse to notice they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us You ask about us, you talk trash about us walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up Look around and see who's willin' to back you up You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up I'm the C4 that blew up your porch I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche Venom so deadly I'll make your fuckin' life divorce ya Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit And anything you say I'll be known the shit The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter Cause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown (Chorus: B-Real) Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter Snakes' pit every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong You hate the songs that you pump up all day long Hated on, but we're still standin' strong Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong Stand... |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
B-Real
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses for the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid it's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles some of us out - he used to think we were invincible on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine I carry those days like a weapon close to me The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me (Chorus: B-Real) Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter Snakes' pit every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong You hate the songs that you pump up all day long Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong Stand... B-Real So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve Faces change, liscenses' everywhere you turn Gangsta's become blinded, visions become blurred Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb You came along way but some still refuse to notice they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us You ask about us, you talk trash about us walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up Look around and see who's willin' to back you up You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up I'm the C4 that blew up your porch I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche Venom so deadly I'll make your fuckin' life divorce ya Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit And anything you say I'll be known the shit The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter Cause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown (Chorus: B-Real) Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter Snakes' pit every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong You hate the songs that you pump up all day long Hated on, but we're still standin' strong Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong Stand... |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
B-Real
I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue of what's about to happen - interaction Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction Hold tight, keep yourself together cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) (B-Real) I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe (Sen Dog) Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" Without you takin' it personally Sen Dog Ten, proper years of bringin' funk I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!) I don't wanna be the King of the Sing Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream They love that old South Side gangsta lean Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin' Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin' Look at hostile - ah, damn wild Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) (B-Real) I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe (Sen Dog) Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" Without you takin' it personally 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on! B-Real I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches I got the medicine over the swallow bitches You play roles like an actor but get no oscar Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster You're just an imposter, you lost your composure Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure But you're in denial and still remain vile In a place within last style and senseless wild I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) (B-Real) I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!! (Sen Dog) Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY... |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
B-Real
I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue of what's about to happen - interaction Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction Hold tight, keep yourself together cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) (B-Real) I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe (Sen Dog) Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" Without you takin' it personally Sen Dog Ten, proper years of bringin' funk I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!) I don't wanna be the King of the Sing Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream They love that old South Side gangsta lean Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin' Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin' Look at hostile - ah, damn wild Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) (B-Real) I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe (Sen Dog) Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" Without you takin' it personally 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on! B-Real I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches I got the medicine over the swallow bitches You play roles like an actor but get no oscar Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster You're just an imposter, you lost your composure Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure But you're in denial and still remain vile In a place within last style and senseless wild I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog) (B-Real) I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!! (Sen Dog) Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY... |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Kurupt)
Yeah Bitch, Dogpound and Cypress You Fuckers what you think about that B wizzle You know it, my chizzle& & Yeah with Muggs What it is &. Sen Dog! Get it real Gangsta! (B-Real) Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on Before things start to happen and I lose my calm, Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah), Smoking on a Kush Weed, not ginving a Fuck, Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes,?& Stack dough! But niggas wanna do Shit to make me reexoed, so& Insane in the Brain, let it rain on a bitch nigga Haning on my chain cuz you runnin into &. a rich nigga You can t feel me without the br..ill I m like that Shit that will catch you without the yale ??? Make busters pay & cuz they see too much *But really all they want was just me and Kurupt* (Chorus 4x) Here is something you can t understand How I Could just kill a Man (Kurupt) Penetentionaries stop for centuries They got to be real like me and B-Real See you shot, you rhyme but we kill Concentrate unload an on Steal Tippin ya head up Nigga, yes we will Riding on nigga that when the ma... spilled Pistols launch up and travel like & animals& and & What you gonna get, nigga? &. I seek the hot girls, so struck by Get em up drive by, Watch em gone drive by Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die You Nigga s really don t know Shit, I treat niggas like hoes with they silly long g* (Hook 2x Kurupt) Here is something that they just don t get I don t Give A Fuck Nigga, nigga I don t give a Shit Here is something that they just know Back/Crack to Fo, dipping through the back door (B-Real) This is a dope blast Cos I ain t finished, We re like a pack of *panorama* In Your *Soul Assessino* Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama East side niggas, Do you wanna die, Hitting Switches in the Cadillac Getting thru real high, coz we live this & this B really fast&& (Sen Dog) I m ignoring all this dumb shit Cuz these vatos can t hang With the maddog I m here with that thang Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business Stop Pop, and drop all of you Withness Glock slug and unlock if you listen Buck shots, hardstop up his snitches That s what you get when you fuck with the real Hardcore Nigga said: Pack That Steel (Chorus 4x) Here is something you can t understand How I Could just kill a Man (Kurupt) (B-Real) (Hook 2x) Here is something, that I think you just can t understand And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real And if you think you wanna come and test me then come there with a steel |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Kurupt)
Yeah Bitch, Dogpound and Cypress You Fuckers what you think about that B wizzle You know it, my chizzle& & Yeah with Muggs What it is &. Sen Dog! Get it real Gangsta! (B-Real) Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on Before things start to happen and I lose my calm, Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah), Smoking on a Kush Weed, not ginving a Fuck, Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes,?& Stack dough! But niggas wanna do Shit to make me reexoed, so& Insane in the Brain, let it rain on a bitch nigga Haning on my chain cuz you runnin into &. a rich nigga You can t feel me without the br..ill I m like that Shit that will catch you without the yale ??? Make busters pay & cuz they see too much *But really all they want was just me and Kurupt* (Chorus 4x) Here is something you can t understand How I Could just kill a Man (Kurupt) Penetentionaries stop for centuries They got to be real like me and B-Real See you shot, you rhyme but we kill Concentrate unload an on Steal Tippin ya head up Nigga, yes we will Riding on nigga that when the ma... spilled Pistols launch up and travel like & animals& and & What you gonna get, nigga? &. I seek the hot girls, so struck by Get em up drive by, Watch em gone drive by Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die You Nigga s really don t know Shit, I treat niggas like hoes with they silly long g* (Hook 2x Kurupt) Here is something that they just don t get I don t Give A Fuck Nigga, nigga I don t give a Shit Here is something that they just know Back/Crack to Fo, dipping through the back door (B-Real) This is a dope blast Cos I ain t finished, We re like a pack of *panorama* In Your *Soul Assessino* Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama East side niggas, Do you wanna die, Hitting Switches in the Cadillac Getting thru real high, coz we live this & this B really fast&& (Sen Dog) I m ignoring all this dumb shit Cuz these vatos can t hang With the maddog I m here with that thang Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business Stop Pop, and drop all of you Withness Glock slug and unlock if you listen Buck shots, hardstop up his snitches That s what you get when you fuck with the real Hardcore Nigga said: Pack That Steel (Chorus 4x) Here is something you can t understand How I Could just kill a Man (Kurupt) (B-Real) (Hook 2x) Here is something, that I think you just can t understand And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real And if you think you wanna come and test me then come there with a steel |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Cypress
Cypress Cypress Cypress Cypress Cypress Cypress Hill Cypress Hill Uh Cypress Come on Cypress Uh Cypress Hill Come on Cypress Hill Come one Cypress Uh That's right Don't touch that dial |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Cypress
Cypress Cypress Cypress Cypress Cypress Cypress Hill Cypress Hill Uh Cypress Come on Cypress Uh Cypress Hill Come on Cypress Hill Come one Cypress Uh That's right Don't touch that dial |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(B-Real)
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too People who I thought were down, and see true But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles In front of me, my own self to blame But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play There's sharks in the water who are, willing to pay The price of your soul, but if you give it away You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it Don't walk through life with your blinders on 'Cos you'll keep goin' crazy 'til your mind is gone (Chorus : B-Real (repeat 2x)) It Ain't Easy, but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy How many times, must you decieve me? (Sen Dog) I been around for many days, of musical mainstays Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way You can't fade-ER, or compare TO The Original Pyscho-Baiter Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders Heard it all before and I don't need no more Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore Played the game out here with the best Toured around the world and got big respect Now, what's (?) all with this year 2000's? We puttin the Smackdown and we ain't clownin' Not many have lasted Since we first blasted Up on the scene, singin' about the dream Recruitin' for our team, niggas know what I mean ?Damn?, you defy, when you live or die (Chorus (repeat 2x)) (B Real) Times I hated, times I waited Times I went by where I was drunk and faded They said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now? Still hatin', creatin' all the evil now Your insecurties are showin', exposin' you You're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too Don't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly Heed me, as I spit the venom believe me (Sen Dog) I keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage I get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (barking) Not that many can deal with the fury Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry I kill and observe and go in an instant I bring the pain like the ?Rampark? Prison I kept it right for the brother to the ?Chullo? Something I bump when your gates in the (?) (Chorus: B-Real) It Ain't Easy, but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy How many times, must you decieve me? It Ain't Easy, but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy It Ain't Easy, yo, It Ain't Easy |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(B-Real)
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too People who I thought were down, and see true But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles In front of me, my own self to blame But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play There's sharks in the water who are, willing to pay The price of your soul, but if you give it away You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it Don't walk through life with your blinders on 'Cos you'll keep goin' crazy 'til your mind is gone (Chorus : B-Real (repeat 2x)) It Ain't Easy, but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy How many times, must you decieve me? (Sen Dog) I been around for many days, of musical mainstays Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way You can't fade-ER, or compare TO The Original Pyscho-Baiter Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders Heard it all before and I don't need no more Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore Played the game out here with the best Toured around the world and got big respect Now, what's (?) all with this year 2000's? We puttin the Smackdown and we ain't clownin' Not many have lasted Since we first blasted Up on the scene, singin' about the dream Recruitin' for our team, niggas know what I mean ?Damn?, you defy, when you live or die (Chorus (repeat 2x)) (B Real) Times I hated, times I waited Times I went by where I was drunk and faded They said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now? Still hatin', creatin' all the evil now Your insecurties are showin', exposin' you You're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too Don't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly Heed me, as I spit the venom believe me (Sen Dog) I keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage I get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (barking) Not that many can deal with the fury Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry I kill and observe and go in an instant I bring the pain like the ?Rampark? Prison I kept it right for the brother to the ?Chullo? Something I bump when your gates in the (?) (Chorus: B-Real) It Ain't Easy, but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy How many times, must you decieve me? It Ain't Easy, but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy It Ain't Easy, yo, It Ain't Easy |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Chorus: Kurupt and B-Real (repeat 2x)
You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!) This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga (B-Real) '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*) That was about the time we was openin' up for ?loyalty? Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party '92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records sold From doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom Takin' pictures for High Times, three months (?) Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was time to hit the studio for another LP '93 (*echoes*) Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim Had a monster hit from Insane In The Brain Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it in rap music, but it was a feat none the less So we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' STRESS! Chorus (B-Real) '94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked How could all this happen at 24 years of age? Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage '95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*"(Rap) Superstar" xylophone*) Still tryin' to cope with bein' a Rap Star 'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo With confusin,("I'm havin' Illusions") pain, and (?) illusions But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah) Even the record company, they became illusive When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution '96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' moves Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves But like every legend every click, someone had to split So the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies but the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin' Chorus (Just 1 repeat) (B-Real) '97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew The Dog came back home (*barking*) but after Smokin' Grooves 2 Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms '98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like before We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again '99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubt That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate TWO-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold They broke the mould, but there's others along the road But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded See how long we made it and never ben outdated (B-Real) (Sen Dog) We ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!) You don't know (?) ((?) time Cypress Hill) (Motherfuckin' renovaters up here) Chorus (Outro - Kurupt) (It's the REEEEAAAAL!) Nigga, nigga Ni-ni-nigga |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Chorus: Kurupt and B-Real (repeat 2x)
You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!) This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga (B-Real) '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*) That was about the time we was openin' up for ?loyalty? Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party '92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records sold From doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom Takin' pictures for High Times, three months (?) Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was time to hit the studio for another LP '93 (*echoes*) Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim Had a monster hit from Insane In The Brain Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it in rap music, but it was a feat none the less So we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' STRESS! Chorus (B-Real) '94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked How could all this happen at 24 years of age? Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage '95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*"(Rap) Superstar" xylophone*) Still tryin' to cope with bein' a Rap Star 'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo With confusin,("I'm havin' Illusions") pain, and (?) illusions But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah) Even the record company, they became illusive When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution '96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' moves Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves But like every legend every click, someone had to split So the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies but the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin' Chorus (Just 1 repeat) (B-Real) '97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew The Dog came back home (*barking*) but after Smokin' Grooves 2 Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms '98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like before We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again '99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubt That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate TWO-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold They broke the mould, but there's others along the road But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded See how long we made it and never ben outdated (B-Real) (Sen Dog) We ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!) You don't know (?) ((?) time Cypress Hill) (Motherfuckin' renovaters up here) Chorus (Outro - Kurupt) (It's the REEEEAAAAL!) Nigga, nigga Ni-ni-nigga |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Bobo)
Once again We're back It's the big bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is (Beat fades in) (5x) Whoop Legalize it, Cypress Hill will advertise it Legalize it, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Cypress Hill advertise it advertise it, advertise it (Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog) Once Upon, (B-Real singing) Bugaboo L.I.F.E (Now Here it is ) Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo) Cypress is still here We're of those glad MCees Still Puffin Weed, Weed Why Diddely Why Why, Why, Why (B Real) Never fucked like this But I smoke blunts like this People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? Cuz I believe in doing what I got' a A lot' a people don't understand nada The Mic burns You was at It turn's to a slaughter You wanna think about chilling the fuck out, You all gonna Top Allah, Pop collar, Niggas, Latin Thungs All my family love barillas Beginners get pushed to back of the pack Invented and lend out, without not a tech You're on the top of the game But you work on a name till one day To put us in the walk of fame Don't call a name to recall the fame Eventually Dru is in the Hall of Fame You know what the deal is, You know what the heal is, You know who the Real is, You know what my skill is, (Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog) (Humming, Sen Dog: Sighing) (Sen Dog) I get mental This ain't no pad and a pencil chrome microphone, My only utincel Attack the track, like I got nothing to lose (That's right) I test myself, just to shut up and proove That the C-Y-P-R-E-S-S Got you funky, while I'm real deaf Put it to the test, and you will confess Soul Assassins is the best Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (crackin) Six LP, from that Thugged-out Latin Turn the heat up, and keep it hot Always give ya mo', and then thank We got to freak the Hip Hop and the hot ride I'm on to make shows and can't hide Had first 'self titled', became an Idol *Spanish* in a Sub town barrio (Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog) (Sen Dog) Now Here it is Bo Bo Bo Bo |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Bobo)
Once again We're back It's the big bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is (Beat fades in) (5x) Whoop Legalize it, Cypress Hill will advertise it Legalize it, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Cypress Hill advertise it advertise it, advertise it (Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog) Once Upon, (B-Real singing) Bugaboo L.I.F.E (Now Here it is ) Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo) Cypress is still here We're of those glad MCees Still Puffin Weed, Weed Why Diddely Why Why, Why, Why (B Real) Never fucked like this But I smoke blunts like this People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? Cuz I believe in doing what I got' a A lot' a people don't understand nada The Mic burns You was at It turn's to a slaughter You wanna think about chilling the fuck out, You all gonna Top Allah, Pop collar, Niggas, Latin Thungs All my family love barillas Beginners get pushed to back of the pack Invented and lend out, without not a tech You're on the top of the game But you work on a name till one day To put us in the walk of fame Don't call a name to recall the fame Eventually Dru is in the Hall of Fame You know what the deal is, You know what the heal is, You know who the Real is, You know what my skill is, (Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog) (Humming, Sen Dog: Sighing) (Sen Dog) I get mental This ain't no pad and a pencil chrome microphone, My only utincel Attack the track, like I got nothing to lose (That's right) I test myself, just to shut up and proove That the C-Y-P-R-E-S-S Got you funky, while I'm real deaf Put it to the test, and you will confess Soul Assassins is the best Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (crackin) Six LP, from that Thugged-out Latin Turn the heat up, and keep it hot Always give ya mo', and then thank We got to freak the Hip Hop and the hot ride I'm on to make shows and can't hide Had first 'self titled', became an Idol *Spanish* in a Sub town barrio (Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog) (Sen Dog) Now Here it is Bo Bo Bo Bo |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Lowrider"
(feat. Mellow Man Ace) (Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X) Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. (Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight (B-Real) Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged (Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight (B-Real & Sen Dog) Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) (Sen Dog) I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past all of that Makin that feria, spittin that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick Whassup ese? What hood you claim? Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins, runnin everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der) (Chorus) (Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade) Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Lowrider"
(feat. Mellow Man Ace) (Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X) Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. (Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace)) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight (B-Real) Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged (Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace)) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight (B-Real & Sen Dog) Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) (Sen Dog) I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past all of that Makin that feria, spittin that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick Whassup ese? What hood you claim? Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins, runnin everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der) (Chorus) (Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade) Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
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) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
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) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Intro 4x)
Lalalala-lala-lalala (B-Real) I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic visions would ensue My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate But I ??? ???, all that distorted shit brought it up I came short and couldn't afford to store it up So I began to record it on audio The autobiography of Luis Mario Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable That half the shit I set out to do was achievable But alas, look at all the shit come to pass While we remained strong, others broke like glass Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover: This side up, for the celebrity Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis (Chorus 2x) (Lalalala-lala-lalala) I got my 9mm at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa (B-Real) You know me and you've grown with me And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me I'm hangin out with the people as my posse Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension People turn around when you become a star it seems But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye? You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life? Take a deep one, and peep son Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son Chorus: (B-Real) You know they smile in your face, You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe Cos you know you're just dead-weight But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some reason But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never The ????, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever So think about that, is it worth the pain? When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it: It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded (Chorus 2x) You know they smile in your face You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe Cos you know you're just dead-weight |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Intro 4x)
Lalalala-lala-lalala (B-Real) I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic visions would ensue My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate But I ??? ???, all that distorted shit brought it up I came short and couldn't afford to store it up So I began to record it on audio The autobiography of Luis Mario Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable That half the shit I set out to do was achievable But alas, look at all the shit come to pass While we remained strong, others broke like glass Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover: This side up, for the celebrity Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis (Chorus 2x) (Lalalala-lala-lalala) I got my 9mm at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa (B-Real) You know me and you've grown with me And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me I'm hangin out with the people as my posse Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension People turn around when you become a star it seems But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye? You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life? Take a deep one, and peep son Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son Chorus: (B-Real) You know they smile in your face, You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe Cos you know you're just dead-weight But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some reason But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never The ????, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever So think about that, is it worth the pain? When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it: It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded (Chorus 2x) You know they smile in your face You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe Cos you know you're just dead-weight |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! It aint no need to fight We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey Jersey and house Gun like an elephants snout Pull ya ambulance out Ya whole team'll get bombarded Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers I won't leave till the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill Yeah! [Chorus: B-Real] We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high [Method Man] Yo, yo Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open You either holdin' or half-assed like Simmy Colan I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin' So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin' If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked Now who's hot and who's not I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller Whoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer [Chorus] [B-Real] Take the back seat and smash beats Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley You twisted up, burnt out within seconds Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten Star stricken, glock clickin', stop shittin' Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!) You wanna test with the sess, well first off That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off [Chorus X2] |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! It aint no need to fight We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey Jersey and house Gun like an elephants snout Pull ya ambulance out Ya whole team'll get bombarded Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers I won't leave till the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill Yeah! [Chorus: B-Real] We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high [Method Man] Yo, yo Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open You either holdin' or half-assed like Simmy Colan I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin' So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin' If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked Now who's hot and who's not I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller Whoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer [Chorus] [B-Real] Take the back seat and smash beats Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley You twisted up, burnt out within seconds Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten Star stricken, glock clickin', stop shittin' Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!) You wanna test with the sess, well first off That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off [Chorus X2] |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Intro: MC Ren)
Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this (gun being loaded) Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker (gun is cocked) (GUNSHOT) (MC Ren) Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?) Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's) And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits (Chorus: B-Real) All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!) Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!) All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!) (King Tee) I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing Blown out your set, flames when the best sing It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names It's less strain It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right) I might sound funny out here But really, niggas get money out here And hey, everyday is sunny out here So listen, don't play dummy out here King try for bust make your whole pack run Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns Fat ones, all cold and black ones Southland Killin', it's just how that's done (Chorus) (Sen Dog and B-Real) You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill but when your shit (?) is when die on the Hill We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will (Sen Dog) BUSTERS GET SLAYED...! (B-Real) ...when you fuck around with Real Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes) You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows Just goes to show the incredible skill tell Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG (Sen Dog) Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes We the vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY! (Chorus) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Intro: MC Ren)
Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this (gun being loaded) Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker (gun is cocked) (GUNSHOT) (MC Ren) Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?) Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's) And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits (Chorus: B-Real) All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!) Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!) All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!) (King Tee) I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing Blown out your set, flames when the best sing It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names It's less strain It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right) I might sound funny out here But really, niggas get money out here And hey, everyday is sunny out here So listen, don't play dummy out here King try for bust make your whole pack run Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns Fat ones, all cold and black ones Southland Killin', it's just how that's done (Chorus) (Sen Dog and B-Real) You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill but when your shit (?) is when die on the Hill We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will (Sen Dog) BUSTERS GET SLAYED...! (B-Real) ...when you fuck around with Real Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes) You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows Just goes to show the incredible skill tell Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG (Sen Dog) Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes We the vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY! (Chorus) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
B-Real :
It's been a while now Been around the block many miles Many faces, many places that I found friends Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam Places I can call home Places I can get stoned I just wanna be alone When I'm feelin' in my zone People want to knock me down 'cos they never have their own They won't get the best of me But they try hopelessly Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be? You could not give a DAMN Coulda just Killed A Man Sawn off in my hand But I had to kill the plan Think I've found my piece of mind Feet planted on the ground I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself It all goes around me and others who would down me Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me, I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide, Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE! Chorus: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! You want trouble, c'mon, You want trouble? You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble? Sen Dog: Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn That no-body get tired when it's time to burn With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled In to actually believin' that some shit is cool Take the blinders off and go look for yourself Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else I'm down for myself, I back up myself Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT! Chorus: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! You want trouble, c'mon, You want trouble? You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble? B-Real : Nooooo! B-Real: Look, the wall's closin' in and my shoe's wearin' thin Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain" But I know I haven't changed So I brush you to the side Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear Chorus: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! {You want trouble right now? C'mon You want trouble right now? C'mon} B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble? (Repeat 4x) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
B-Real :
It's been a while now Been around the block many miles Many faces, many places that I found friends Places where I spend time, places where my mind roam Places I can call home Places I can get stoned I just wanna be alone When I'm feelin' in my zone People want to knock me down 'cos they never have their own They won't get the best of me But they try hopelessly Why you wanna fuck wit' me? I'm not, what you s'posed to be? You could not give a DAMN Coulda just Killed A Man Sawn off in my hand But I had to kill the plan Think I've found my piece of mind Feet planted on the ground I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself It all goes around me and others who would down me Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me, I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide, Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE! Chorus: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! You want trouble, c'mon, You want trouble? You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble? Sen Dog: Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists You got to be a real nigga in a Cypress Hill pit Lotta critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn I try to put it to you BLUNTLY so you bitches can learn That no-body get tired when it's time to burn With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled In to actually believin' that some shit is cool Take the blinders off and go look for yourself Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else I'm down for myself, I back up myself Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT! Chorus: NO TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! You want trouble, c'mon, You want trouble? You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble? B-Real : Nooooo! B-Real: Look, the wall's closin' in and my shoe's wearin' thin Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain" But I know I haven't changed So I brush you to the side Trouble's knockin' on the door, Anxious jus' to come inside 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk If you're feelin funky son, then I guess you gotta jump I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bear Chorus: NO, TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOR! {You want trouble right now? C'mon You want trouble right now? C'mon} B-Real: You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble? (Repeat 4x) |
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from Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Inhale, exhale repeated throughout intro]
[Intro: B-Real] You know, there are times when, you run out of weed There's no one you can call But at last there is one person you can call - Weed Man [B-Real] I've had drop dates with no weed to smoke No roaches, no nothin' when I need to toke Damn, where can I find some shit to puff on damn I need the kye cause it's gettin' tough on me (me) Cause I'm a lumberjack and tree's get chopped up and packed up and sold to D Bolo's are free, did you hold one fee? Herchers for the herbics no waterin' the seeds Some of your friends desperately seek me cause sussin' this, losin' no THC The pigs always wanna PH me, my kush hits harder than some GHB But some of these swine wanna hit off mine I just sit back, recline, and never waste time I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man Call me and all hail- "The Weed Man" [Chorus: Sen Dog] (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! [B-Real] You can always call me all day, all light Service with a smile, make you feel all right (yeah!) From college-heads, co-eds and dreadlocks lawyers, teachers, doctors buy my stock So many call on me for what I got So many try to compete to take my spot Caked out, how many dimes dropped? How many times I lost one of my plots? The competiton was to knock me out The D.E.A. want to lock me out Broke in my home tryin' to sock me out But the true blue stoners never locked me out I'm easy to find, call me whenever You need some green and I'll make you feel better I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man Call me and inhale - "The Weed Man" [Chorus: Sen Dog] (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! [B-Real] I'm the most well-loved, bringin' the bud Stickin' the club up, everybody ridin' my nuts What? You say you want credit? You must be high There's no free rides on my supply Unless you're one of my friends you need no ends just sit back and wait for the joint to begin But if you know someone in need of this weed leaf You can take my number down and beep me I'll hook you up if you look me up Just don't give my number to a rookie huh! Then I'll cut you off and brush you off Never trust you and won't dicuss your loss I'm the lead man, you read man, you need man Call me and inhale - "The Weed Man" [Chorus: Sen Dog] (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! [Outro: B-Real] There it is motherfuckers, you run out of weed Call somebody like me and I'll hook you up No stems, no seeds and things that you don't need That's right! I'm the Weed Man Don't trip I got kush, for a high price hoe... |
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