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"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, and a possible male black. They have their vehic' er van parked outside..." This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my Homeboy So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation This pig he is the chief Got a brother pig Captain O'Malley He's got a son that's a pig too He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley This pig is known as a Narco If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be This pig he's a fuckin' fag So all his homepigs they call him a pussy Well this pig he's really cool So in this class we know he rides all alone Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home This pig he's a big punk And I know that he can't stand the sight of me 'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society This pig works for the mafia Makin' some money off crack But this little pig got caught So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back 'Cause once he gets to the Pen They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest To protect him from some mad nigga Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest An' it's all about breakin' off sausage Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine? Niggas wanna do him in the ass Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line That fuckin' pig Look what he got himself into Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta this little punk Anybody like pork-chops? How 'bout a ham sandwich? How 'bout a ham sandwich? |
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| 2. |
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"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm sayin'? And it goes like this:" Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah Of the funky buddha Eluder Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked So come on as Cypress starts to kick it 'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin' While suckers are hidin' Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin' By Hanging out the window With my magnum taking out some putos Acting kind of loco I'm just another local Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand I'm ignoring all the dumb shit Yo, because nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming Hummin', Coming at ya Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya Time for some action Just a fraction of friction I got the clearance To run the interference Into your satellite Shining a battle light Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right Here's an example Just a little sample How I could just kill a man One-time tried to come in my home Take my chrome I said, "Yo, it's on!" Take cover son or you're assed-out How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway That young punk had to pay So I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man It's gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I had to establish To lite My spliff ignite You with insight So if you ain't down, bullshit! Say some punk tried to get you for your auto Would you call the One-time and play the role model? No! I think you'll play like a thug Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug Humming coming at ya Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya! How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome Just for a bucket Or a fast duck it Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!" Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand "All I wanted was a Pepsi!" "What does it all mean?" |
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| 3. |
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Well I'm an alley cat Some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat See I'm all of that Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride I'm not a bad guy But I'm the funky feel one Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun Here I come son Yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little faster Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya With my Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace Oh, how they want to pass a sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed So now the nigga's hist' Rude and crude like a pitbull Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns Get your face down! Put me in chains Try to beat my brains I can get out, but the grudge remains When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya Gatt ya Fucking do ya Shotgun goes boo-ya! Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit, Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with 'Cause I'm the chill one Known to get ill when They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind 'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laa Look at all of those funeral cars 'Cause I'm a Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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Hole In The Head Cypress Hill Musik Mad man's gonna gat ya, quick with a quete you see a game, no thee ain't no jugete roll it like a psycho with the windows rolled down who you lookin at, you tryin to play me clown. Plato, simon you want static while you reach for your gat to load the automatic. BOOYAA, spittin out buck shots, boy me say blood clot, now you can call a pig. Cuz no one can handle ajuanta el loco insane in the brain you get the bullet. "And a hole on the head , a fuckin hole in you r head a hole in your head, a hole in your head. You get a hole in your head, in your mother fuckin head a hole in the head, a hole in the head". 8 barrles pumpin, system thumpin see a fine hyna come on baby jumpin. aste paca here let me tell you something you and me ruca we should be humpin. If honew likes the mack homies got her in the bag but there's vatos rollin up and they're stickin out their flag. He jumpins out with a sag, a where you from homes it's on, he sees him reachin for his chrome buck shot to the dome jumps in the brougham honey's in the back, but she just wants to go home. But he dips to the store, homeboy needs a 40 whiteboy at the counters thinkin oh lordie lordie. Pushin on a botton panickin for nothin pigs on the way hey yo I smell bacon. Dips out the store one-time hits the corner then he hits the fuckin alley like if homes was Pop Warner Still had the 40 comin out the alley seen the chief son pig officer O Malley In a black -n- white thinkin he's gonna jack 'em right wrong, it's gonna be on that pig better saca la chrome. And by the way you get a hole on the head , a fuckin hole in your head a hole in your head, a hole in your head. You get a hole in your head, in your mother fuckin head a hole in the head, a hole in the head". Pigs rollin up and now he's really baffled brothas thinkin dam I never got that gaffled. Beat down all the way to the station gaffled up from a false accusation on to the pen, you know homes the pinta where the attitudes are flyin and the punks will be dyin made a comb to a shank I'm gonna stick ya get with ya you know homes the picture. you get a hole on the head , a fuckin hole in your head a hole in your head, a hole in your head. You get a hole in your head, in your mother fuckin head a hole in the head, a hole in the head". |
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[B-Real] Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the buddha You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard Dwellin your cells up, lungs start to swell up Your pipe's gettin crowded, yo just forget about it Me, is potent, so bring an opponent You could suck on it, shit I know you wanted to Feel the effects of the high I know you feel the effects of the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? [Sen] B-Real, light another [B-Real] I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette How could you figure, or even, consider that I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed ?, hash spliff this tweed actin type of stylin, how do you spell it Take a hit from outta New York into Phillie Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out Now do you really think you can take the red out and Feel the effects of the high I know you feel the effects of the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? [Sen] B-Real, light another [B-Real] Spliff, aiyya, ?, vaya Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire You can't get higher, when you turn me off and .. aiyyo, pussy stop coughin You're wastin the lingo, soon all the sack's gone He'll take this bounty rhyme for you to stack on Anyway you have it, you love me like Mary Jane or a 40 to the head, like my brother Kenny Wayne You need to inhale, musical paraphen' Yes musical, Muggs fixed the trend Ahhh, just like a head Brain cells get lit, but I'm the joint you can't grip Through, your finger, I'll start to sting ya So just hear my words linger and Feel the effects of the high I know you feel the effects of the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? Yo Muggs, light another! .. [B-Real] Put me in the bamboo, with just a tape deck ? like brother, rewinds the cassette Was it, because it's funky that ya loves it? (Yeah man) Here's another lyric, go puff it Don't choke off, the hype or croak off When you blow the smoke off, hold until I get off or turn off the fat joint, wanna hit that joint Here is the flat point, I rob it at gun point I'm, the High Times, you get through my rhymes Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and Feel the effects of the high I know you feel the effects of the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? I'll just, light another [Cypress Hill] Feel the effects of the high I know you feel the effects of the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? Yo, light another You wanna feel the effects of the high? You wanna feel the effects of the high? Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? Aiyyo, light another You wanna feel the effects of the high? Can you feel the effects of the high? Can you feel it? I feel the effects of the high -- yo can you feel it? Yo light that motherfucker up man I know you feel it |
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| 3:29 |
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Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen Bout ready to get down? (repeat 2x) Ladies and gentlemen Verse One: B-Real Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo' Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy? In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town You got to relax, we got to kick back Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black Chorus: B-Real Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot? Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man With the greater lyric, if you can spare it Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black Chorus Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog Standin on the corner, close to the real estate Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up Was a funky looker But that's another story black Chorus: (together) |
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Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill Cypress Hill! (repeat 13X to fade) |
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| 9. |
| 3:45 |
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[B-Real] You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real) Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course some go nut, the power of the last one slower, flower, blower Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH Now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill Step off! You know why? This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off! [B-Real] This is the crime you find you're not an exponent Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king of a minor ? All for 47, swung ? eleven Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven Weak ducks, duckin and buckin Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it So go 'head, talk your punk shit Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ? Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker Another fly verse Straight from the deficit Another scripture of B-Real Yeah.. get funky, Real This is the Lower Eastside of things YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill [B-Real] You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of everything you know, still you can't do no damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked and choke off, the hypes I cook off The dialectic, funk-elistic Chew slower or become another statistic Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] Yo I told you to keep down brother The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G Wake up Hill They gotta keep goin back to the old school So they keep goin out Cause they're just not Real Ha yeah that's right fool [B-Real] Yes the master pass, kick your ass and feel combustion, for the dope blast Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted Not so, no there's no sellout You ain't got enough ducats to shell out Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G Don't come on the Hill That's right Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate |
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| 2:46 |
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Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well it's the alley cat Puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal But yo I ain't all o' that Hit ya with a baseball bat An' ya wanna ill though Wanna mess around ya get bucked on the hill bro Kick it like a steel toe Real slow Hits from the bong Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it with Chong Just like Cheech 'n' Chong frontin' with ice cream Cypress hill is here to give you a nice dream Speak it like a roller and you know its rolled tightly I like a funky beat so why ya tryin' ta fight me Pigs often cite me That's not polite G At any hour of the day you know I might be Harassed by a pig real fast They wanna Rodney King me Always tryin' ta crowd my ass Ain't got no class I hit they ass like the Buddha that's stinky They wanna scruff but they just so rinky-dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen got the Phillie an' he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' at the kufu Make me go cuckoo! Somethin' like loco Then I turn into this loocool Bringin' the beta yeah now the funk's risin' Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen As I kick a drum beat comin' straight from my sinus Crazy nasal vocals can I make the hotties loco I remember Sister Maggie Breasts were kinda saggy Used to sell me buddha out of fucked up little baggies Honey'd up a twenty even when I had no money She said "Pay me back with some Latin dick Sonny" I'd never went out and I don't think I'm gonna Just for some buddha she wanted me to bone her Demeaning You think you know what I'm meaning I got somethin' for the ho's to be scheming On the Buddha Real I took a trip to Hootaville I'll throw you out the door of my big blue Seville Then light another joint This ain't no exploitation For we are the ones stonin' in the ways of the masters Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk "Hit the ass Hit the ass like the buddha that's stinky" |
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[B-Real] I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro I'm not a role model, more like a psycho A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael +Halloween+ character, or computer wizard Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard See you need the day-ta *, better I say dah-ta * * (data) You're lookin at the Tribe, and you're a hater Comin from inside, means I come better or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya head in the casket, your body in a basket A tisket, a tasket -- I told ya I'm gonna blast ya When I'm on the psycobeta, state of mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Psycobetaduckdown baby! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! Huh! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Somebody's gettin bucked down [B-Real] See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal rapid-fire petal, funk is makin me get mental Yo, it make no sense, so here son ? Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp Broads swingin off my dick like a chimp, simpin So what's the story - you come lookin for me? Better just scatter, or you're gettin leaded I'm the one who said it, boy it doesn't matter You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice Cause I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+, makin you get real loose My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalogue from what you want me to select different forms of beta, psycho for alpha The way I stay in control of myself I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges in the stone ages, make minimum wages Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on HEY MAN, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh! You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown baby! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Somebody's gettin bucked down [B-Real] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta Yo where's the hooda? Hahaha, funky, yeah I don't like that crazy shit man.. |
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This is something for the blunted Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva everybody CHIVA Somebody say chiva |
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| 3:59 |
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[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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| 4:01 |
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[B-Real] I came to introduce a new type of juice Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose No you don't drink it, just let it sink it Then start feelin it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!) People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?" They must be talkin bout my funky nasal vocal money I take control, no need to blow my nose Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows for you and your bros, him and his hoes You don't like it? Here's my dick -- bite it There's nuttin you can do about the real one It'sa ill sum with the ill juice, I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+ Sen'll +Psycobeta+, blast ya if he hasta Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!) Strikin ya (hittin ya) buckin ya (fuckin ya) Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep PLUCKIN ya Pickin ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya Despite your booty in sight to take my joint To get to my point, I'm talkin about a ill trip The Funky Cypress Hill Shit [Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X) [B-Real] Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless You can't get loose, so now you're useless Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist How bout this mug kiss my blunt? Right into ya, now you're feelin, the chemicals vibin Are you realizin, that, it's gettin better? Surprisin you, whether or not, your shit's together from the high-pitched levels (comin from my rebels) Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam But yo everything ain't what it seems Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior Glory or memorial, historical physical ingredients, gettin that immediate blend Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend (Yeah I'm still comin atcha, but you don't need to duck down Cause this is somethin different than a Psychobetabuckdown!) [Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X) .. [Sen] Kick that shit B-Real! [B-Real] Intellect filthy umm lingo Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow (to get you all jazzed) from here to Tallahassee This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J. Never in your life will you wet this This crazy business, now you're thinkin (?) (?) it's good like some cheeba The formula will run ya I'll start takin up a list so you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted Now insisted, you feel it to the brim Yo I ain't him, I could never be them This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet if you get too much, and roll it too straight yo it's a fatal blow, somethin like a ? Yeah it'll sting ya, (?) See ya, I'm on it, somethin for the blunted Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high Smokin the buddha thai Lungs expandin and now you're feelin it Yeah, the funky cypress hill shit! [Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X) |
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[Sen Dog] Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina Tremendos cocos y tambien es linda A veces me la cojo en la cocina Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga Yo le dije dame tu bollo Me dice negro loco tu no eres mi novio A mi me importa un carajo A mi cuarto meterte un palo Por tu culo o por tu chocha Y ya tu sabes que no me importa Y ella me dice Senencito Yo pienso que tu eres bien rico Cuando me toca por mi frente Ya tu me tienes bien caliente Y cuando me tocas por detras Ya tu sabes sin parar Acabe de 'singar' y me levante Fui al ba? y me ba? Sali del cuarto y me esperaba Con los ojos negros y bonita cara Me pongo mi camisa y mi pantalon Se rie y me dice: Negro sea dienton... Uhmmm... estaba fina Esta muchacha estaba tan pingada Hay! cuando se lo met?Cuando se lo met? grito: Papi! Estaba del carajo duro esto No cuidate cuidate Nunca habia singao yo como singue esa vez Ah bueno.... estaba fina... |
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Born to get busy, born to get busy baby born to get get busy, we were born to get busy baby. I'm the stiff and I do get naughty so up the pussy when you're in the same party Yo we can do this but we can't be maxxin' your big ass is useless unless I'm taxin' This is the productin and my tribe's the cast I'm known as a musician and by trade I ask I'm no body's kid brother that means I work for this task. I went to school aqquired knowledge I'm a scholar went to college. All comes very handy when it comes to push and shovin' No I'm not a sissy, so don't ask who is he I'm Stiff the neutral brother who was born to get busy. Let us start to freaky you, and we'll amke you feel alright when you come to Cypress Hill make sure you're down with the tribe. (chorous) Cuz we're Born to get busy, born to get busy baby born to get get busy, we were born to get busy baby. Born to get busy, born to get busy baby born to get get busy, we were born to get busy baby |
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