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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
I was chilling, right around my way,
21st Eastside at a beach, This motherfucker ran up on me, Talking shit wit his homies like he was A straight... G! Asking where I'm from while he running up, Gangbang my set’ll nag one of them, Some things, sons they just won’t change, Fools dont respect nothing but the gang bang, What's seen is what's sawn, Dogg is the law, I hate you niggas running like a marathon, Lil G's tryna creep on the east wit it, Talking bout they gon get my chain and they gon leave with it. But they dont know, once they get close its tic tac toe, 3 motherfuckers laid on the floor (Watch out), Yea this happened yesterday, on the West they Spray, I Heard an Ese Say... He said.. [Chorus] Vato you won't believe what they saw, I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard... (And what they do?) They twisted fingers say you know who we are... He said: I dont give a fuck I’m Snoop Doggy Dogg ... (Ah huh) They kept fucking and it went too far, So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?), he got his gun and they start running hard, he started firing and then he just charged... PLOW!!! [2x] Run Nigga, Run Nigga (Plow) Duck Nigga, Duck Nigga (Plow) Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow) Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow) I didn't mean to hit what I hit Now that's 3 motherfuckers dead, and I ain't seen shit But these niggas a scream wit plea but for like a G like me it’s just a case Believe and you can see I crack the mac back and pop off rolling And smack your neck back, you drop off falling I haven't seen my mama in a week And she ain't even ran her mouth about me Fuck that I ain't give a fuck about the law Niggas say they wanna brawl You would think that they wore bra’s Believe in all the things that you never saw In it y’all, been a Dogg, smoke you like a menathol You think you know? But this can't go You think you’ll blow, all my dough? What the fuck, no See these niggas proceed with speed So feel the need to bleed All you hear my enemies going [Chorus] Vato you won't believe what they saw, I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard... (And what they do?) They twisted fingers say you know who we are... He said: I dont give a fuck I’m Snoop Doggy Dogg ... (Ah huh) They kept fucking and it went too far, So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?), he got his gun and they start running hard, he started firing and then he just charged... PLOW!!! [2x] Run Nigga, Run Nigga (Plow) Duck Nigga, Duck Nigga (Plow) Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow) Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow) I wouldn't be the nigga that I am If I didn't pop niggas in their mouth. God Damn If Snoop a keep a foot on the streets And lead and cover the sheets Run wit them niggaz wit the heat You never seen a thug like this You never seen a dub like me And I ain't weak for wanting peace in fact I could be beast of the East motherfucker. I never hesitate to blaze A nigga really tryna change his ways We gotta move my team cuz my people’s Are screaming that we need more for fun or is it legal (With a bang) On this song make it feel like a drive-by It's ashame but somebody gotta die They say it happens state to state But when I'm mobbin’ LA All I hear the Ese’s say they go [Chorus] Vato you won't believe what they saw, I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard... (And what they do?) They twisted fingers say you know who we are... He said: I dont give a fuck I’m Snoop Doggy Dogg ... (Ah huh) They kept fucking and it went too far, So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?), he got his gun and they start running hard, he started firing and then he just charged... PLOW!!! [2x] Run Nigga, Run Nigga (Plow) Duck Nigga, Duck Nigga (Plow) Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow) Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow) Snoop Dogg ‘em was gun shots, Skateboard P they say ‘em was gun shots DPG them was gun shots BBC you know them was gun shots Come again now Snoop Dogg ‘em was gun shots Skateboard P you know ‘em was gunshots Come again now BBC them was gun shots DPGC you know them was gunshots Come again now |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
I was chilling right around my way 21st Eastside of the beach This Motherfucker ran up on me Talking shit wit his homies like he was A straight G Asking where I'm from while he running up Gangbang my set I ain't one of em Some things sons they just won't change Fools dont respect nothing but the gang bang What's seen is what's sawn Dogg is the law I have you niggas running like a marathon Lil G's tryna creep on the east wit it Talking bout they gon get my chain and they gon leave with it But they dont know once they get close its tic tac toe 3 Motherfuckers laid on the floor Watch out Yea this happened yesterday on the West they Spray I Heard an Ese Say He said vato you wont believe what i saw I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard And what they do They twisted fingers say you know who we are He said I dont give a fuck I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg Ah huh They kept talkin and it went too far So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car And what he get he got his gun and they start running hard he started firing and then he just charged PLOW Run Nigga Run Nigga Plow Duck Nigga Duck Nigga Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Nigga Run Nigga Plow Duck Nigga Duck Nigga Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Motherfucker Run I didn't mean to hit what I hit Now that's 3 Motherfuckers dead and I ain't seen shit But these niggas screamed wit plea but for like a G like me it's just a case Really you can see I crack the mack back and pop off rollin And smack your neck back you drop off falling I haven't seen my mama in a week And she ain't even ran her mouth about me fuck that I ain't give a fuck about the law Niggas say they wanna brawl You would think that they wore bras Believe in all the things that you never saw In it y'all been a Dogg smoke you like a menathol You think you know But this can't go You think you'll blow all my dough What the fuck no See these niggas proceed with speed So feel the need to bleed All you hear my enemies going Vato you won't believe what I saw I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard And what they do They twisted fingers say you know who we are He said I dont give a fuck I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg Ah huh They kept talkin and it went too far So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car And what he get he got his gun and they start running hard he started firing and then he just charged PLOW Run Nigga Run Nigga Plow Duck Nigga Duck Nigga Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Nigga Run Nigga Plow Duck Nigga Duck Nigga Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Motherfucker Run I wouldn't be the nigga that I am If I didn't pop niggas in their mouth God Damn If Snoop a keep a foot on the streets And leave them covered in sheets Run wit them niggaz wit the heat You never seen a thug like this You never seen a dub like me And I ain't weak for wanting peace in fact I could be beast of the East Motherfucker I never hesitate to blaze A nigga really tryna change his ways We gotta move my team 'cause my people's Are screaming that we need more for fun or is it legal With a bang On this song make it feel like a drive by It's ashame but somebody gotta die They say it happens state to state But when I'm mobbin' LA All I hear the Essay's say they go Vato boy you won't believe what I saw I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard And what they do They twisted fingers say you know who we are He said I dont give a fuck I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg Ah huh They kept talkin and it went too far So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car And what he get he got his gun and they start running hard he started firing and then he just charged PLOW Run Nigga Run Nigga Plow Duck Nigga Duck Nigga Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Nigga Run Nigga Plow Duck Nigga Duck Nigga Plow Run Motherfucker Run Plow Run Motherfucker Run Snoop Dogg them bust gun shots Skateboard P they say he bust gun shots DPG them bust gun shots BBC you know them bust gun shots Come again now Snoop Dogg 'em bust gun shots Skateboard P you know 'em bust gunshots Come again now BBC them bust gun shots DPGC you know them bust gunshots |
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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(tash)
Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (sixty bucks? ? !!) Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier Tash be here, tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option 'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat *tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "all the way from mobile, alabama." Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt? "yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby." Smoke, smoke fest time (big boi) Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie The time is right Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight But I'm not though just on them black & mild's And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write g, yeah yeah right (dre) Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son The day you bone is when you start to die The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high Smoke, smoke fest time (phil the agony) Yo yo yo Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue Me and my crew, translate los angeles Scandalous, like watergate Phil on the break, phil on the break Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases? My name is jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again" Smoke, smoke fest time (tash) Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now We have a special guest that just stepped in the house You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out (b-real) Now I be, rollin and smokin And holdin the golden sack When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke fest, expandin your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it The brew crew and the buddah masters together Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows Excuse me if it seems too complicated The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean? 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from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. B-Real, Eminem)
(Intro: Eminem) WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (laughs) Guess who's back?!?! Mommy! We're home!! Say hello to my little friends DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill Everybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!! (Verse: Eminem) Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in us They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch We just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing Till the club closes, and clears out And that's when they see you flatened Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping It ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show off And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off (Chorus: Eminem) Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no games We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names Shit just ain't the same, when the K's get to scream Hip-hop is in a state of 911 It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911 (Verse: B-Real) Step off my holster cause shit it's getting serious All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us? Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious We living for real and others just making the stories up Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon (Chorus) (Verse: Ganxsta Ridd) Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit! We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later All these - imitators parading like they some playas Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying I'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s (Chorus) |
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from 지누션 3집 - The Reign (2001)
b-real
fool what you can't come poppin that shit run up guess what i'm stoppin' that shit check the mic cord every place I roll make your blood spill out when you see my chrome It's fantastic drastic the way I flow yo! incredible unforgettable make it bounce to the rhythm what counts I hit't'em straight ounce venom great amount of wisdom, if you latin yes! heavy weight swingin' better get ready sucka the bells ringin i'm the psycho lookin for the prey all the way out in the boomdocks the as sasin wit one goal to take your soul back take it out the hole broke your style's old sit back and watch this cypress hill seoul ja nobody out here spittin out bolder chorus real ones nod ya neck to this one we gon' make ya feel one kill one js cypress jinusean toda colors of your nation no limitation i'm butter wit the blazin better wit' rais in thehell's outers pacin' i'm only facin the fact that I be lacin this infomation 굳은 의지로만(지켰던) 우리것(bangin' them shit) to the death wit all gun 하늘을 찔러봐 (woop woop) 좀더 feel 나게 uh 더 더 찐하게 21세기 이세계가 하나돼 대한민국 빛나게 js cypress hill 겁나게 왜 가슴이 벅차게 네 심장 이 뒤나고 그게 바로 네게 파고든 나라고 now we breath this we be this ingeneous wit these plus we fiend this believe this is (bangin' your speaker) 풀린 초점을 맞춰 거룩한 고요속에 나는 외쳐 풀린 개처럼 끝 달려 그어떤자가 가로막고, 감히 말려 맺힌한 풀고자 나 끝없이 펼쳐 이 한몸바쳐 빛을 또 비쳐 어둠속에 있는 너희를 지켜(who would be who would be) 가짜들은 저리 비켜(sean) 내가바꿔가겠어 third verse sicka wit theflow niggas wanna toe go deeper than you know(they know) 어딜따져 한주 먹감도 안된다고 uh! 소리없이 번개가 내리쳐(shakin you up) 어둠속 깊은 잠을 깨워 (wit that sound) 메마른 목을 내가 적셔 가슴속에 모자란 2%채워 suckas aint real walkin' round thinkin that they got that feel wit this hiphop mission 모 든걸 개선 cypress hill jinusean rembunction we the real ones |
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from Cypress Hill - Black Sunday (1993)
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it Forward motion make you sway like the ocean The herb is more than just a powerful potion What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around People learning about, what they're smoking My oven is on high, when I roast the quail Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power now feel the effects... I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! yo hits from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong yo hits from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong yo hits from the from the bong from the bong |
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from Cypress Hill - Black Sunday (1993)
Let's kick it ese
COMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!! It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, kickin like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Chill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic Synthetic material, burial plots in order Headed down to the Mexican border Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum - hear the gat come, boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do It's a sin to kill a man But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand *We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out like that!" I'm high strung, click I'm sprung Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from, the gats'll be smokin' I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin' Know - that I'll come with the static Erratic, .45 automatic Screamin' at ya, the red lights beamin' at ya No need to run after The punk-ass hook, in the oven I'll cook Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under, don't make Stevie Wonder why Cause he'll testify *Repeat I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of business Can.. I.. get a witness? To verify when I depict this style That makes you ecstatic Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I betcha one time can't find my hootah In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb, so we exchange a few words But he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off! *Repeat Yeahhh! Takin your disses and dissin y'all right back Dissin the Cypress Hill crew, like we ain't shit You little taco stand rapper, eat a bowl of dick up Then you got my man (?), you can eat a bowl of dick up Anybody got beef around the way, yo EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!! |
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from Cypress Hill - Black Sunday (1993)
Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?
To the one on the flam Boy your temper just toss that ham In the fryin' pan Like spam Feel done when I come in slam Damn I feel like the son of sam Don't make me wreck shit hectic Next to the chair got me goin' like General Electric EEEN! The lights are blinking I'm thinking It's all over when I go out drinking Oh, makin' my mind slow, That's why I don't fuck wit da big four-o Bro', I got ta maintain `Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Do my shit undercover Now it's time for the blubba Blabba To watch that belly get fatter Fat boy on a diet Don't try it I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot My shit's fat like a sumo slammin' that ass Leavin' your face in the grass You know I don't take a dulo Lightly Punks just jealous `cause they can't outwrite me So kick that style: wicked, wild Happy face nigga never seen me smile Rip that mainframe I'll explain A nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Going insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain Insane It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong Played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got to get my props Cops Come and try to snatch my crops These pigs wanna blow my house down Head underground To the next town They get mad When they come to raid my pad And I'm out in the nine deuce Cad' Yes I'm the pirate pilot Of this ship if I get Wit' the ultraviolet dream Hide from the red light beam Now do you believe in the unseen Look, but don't make your eyes strain A nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco "...I think I'm going crazy..." |
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from Cypress Hill - Black Sunday (1993)
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust bring ya ass on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts my grip surronded im about ta get rushed i brushed wit death how many shells stuffed in my closet??? when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready) i told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats as i strapped on tha bullet-proof vest BOOM i think i got one to tha chest hot damn I didn't want to kill a man shit i still stand tall with tha hill clan ya'll better stand back niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like yosemite sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down) when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready) |
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