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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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Verse One
Well I′m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side you see my gat, see I′m all of that Sendin off 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-yaa You′re stuck in my so 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 Chorus Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt] Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn′t jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... Verse Two 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 soooo How they want to pass sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the nigga′s pissed Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point Your fuckin car 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 getcha Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! Chorus Verse Three Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with, Cuz I′m the chill one, known to get ill one 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 Hit me 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 Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I′ma Chorus |
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Freak to the funk that no one else is bringin’
Sen Dog with the funky biluingi Yeah that’s the nombre Heard that holmie Peace to Mellow and Frost and neca cote Sen Dog is not a kid a veterano I’m down, another briday’s follow One of the many of the Latins that straight I know And I got plenty for the Jenny’s Alexandro But wait, they’re clownin’ on me ‘cause of my language I have to tell ‘em straight up, it’s called Spanglish My hoes on the pinga the gringo Tryin’ to get paid, for the funky bilingo Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo Yeah funky bilingo Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo It’s the Latin lingo Cuarto hentro when I come in Suckers runnin’ La mida Another bilingo vam beaner Then a cueno hemplo Check the tempo Whaaa, it’s tachingonla instrumental Yeah woofte, como somos Yo no hotho, I got some sodos And you can hear it in la skunkas Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger Don’t be such a liver what ya got for that cavesa Aye holmes pass the cerveza Before I have to go and push up on your reza Mmmm, she’s fine something freska Ya holmes, have a hit of this yeska Teach yo y sin yo The lingo lo puento Now you know, that I am in the centro Where ya live, see the cuertes Now I thinks you ain’t shit without your quinte Something like a skang thang Vactos gettin’ bang banged ‘Cause I hung out with ‘em now you’re callin’ me an insane Suck it mi cara santa mi Camino Make way for the funky bilingual Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo Funky bilinguals holmes Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo It’s the Latin lingo baby Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo Funky bilingo What’s up holmie, don’t you know me Simon, ain’t you the brother of the mas pincos Straight up and down with the rasa The Kid Frost got my back, boo-ya in la casa ‘Cause everyday things get a little crazier As I step to the microphone area As I comb my city burro Los Angeles You know holmes, that’s where the callas is Vactos waitin’ on me along with the heinas Catchin’ all the swiffer when I set your one timer So when you see me at the party or the paile Before I got here I was gaffled in the carre True like govacho who said I was borracho Had an attitude tried to play me macho Just relax, el mado mijo Sen Dog with the funky bilingo Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo Funky bilingual Funky Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo Funky bilingo Funky Latin lingo baby Funky bilingo Funky bilingo Funky baby |
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To da one on da flam
boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric damn the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' it's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh bro, I got ta' maintain cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane chorus: insane in da membrane insane in da brain! (repeat 4x) Do my shit undercover now it's time for for the blubba blaba to watch dat belly get fatter fat boy on a diet don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass leavin' your face in the grass you know I don't take a chulo lightly punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow my house down and undrground to the next town they get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the night loose scared 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 you eyes strain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus |
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Let's kick it ese
Comin' out da slums It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill I'll bust that grill Grab my gatt, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my plastic Glock automatic Synthetic material, bury your blocks 'n' mortar Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin' that smelly Northern Cali' Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum Hear the gatt 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 gatts'll be smokin' I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin' Know that I come with the static Erratic Four-five automatic Screamin' at ya The red lights beamin' at ya No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood In the oven I'm cooked Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under Don't make Stevie Wonder Why 'Cause he'll testify 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 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'm to bring this Style that makes you ecstatic Tragic When I get a pull of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota! And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb So we exchanged a few words But he got me stirred up Enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off! 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 "Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too. Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!" |
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| 4:05 |
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Every Nigga out there wanna be down with the crew
Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you-this Would ya be down like a soldier Loyal, and do everything I told ya I can mold ya into a warrior Down for ya neighborhood Workin up to a G with the flava Criminal behavior, on ya mind When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care It's time to exit that busta nigga Get ya hands out ya pockets and your finga on the trigga Let one fly, we don't die, we multiply Throw yo set up in the sky I ????????? cause you can't fuck wit this Nigga when I got the glock ya betta duck quick Cause I ain't havin it If ya got ya gat ya betta start grabbin it I can handle it Soy numero, uno, mero mero You know I run wit Muggs and the perro Firin up that heater When I'm throwin up a set I got my nina millemeter La scandalous, killafornia, where I'm from Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum I'm buckin on ya ass now ya know where I'm from Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like ya just don't care Throw... Throw... Throw... Let me take ya to the dark side of the moon Tell mama that ya won't be comin home anytime soon Cause I got ya under my thumb Nigga what set ya claimin Betta be the same set I'm claimin Take a look around count this amount of soldiers When I'm chillin on the east side of town And it won't stop till I'm done Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Throw... Throw... Throw... |
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Hello, I'm Dr. Greenthumb
Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed and just can't find some anywhere? Well try my Dr. Greenthumb grow tips I'll show you how to grow inside and out From seed to clone, and the best homegrown And if you're afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky No worries, we'll fix them too with one of our Dr. Greenthumb 'Sizzlean' screens to block the nosy pig's vision Don't believe me? Just ask one of my many satisfied clients here Jed Sanders how well it works Hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is Jaid And ahm a farmer and I've been growin mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh uhh, with Dr. Greenthumb's 'Sizzlean' screen I don't hafta point my shotgun at them pesky porkers no more Thanks Dr. Green, you're tha shit Yes, Dr. Greenthumb's got it all, I guarantee it Try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time *lighter flicks* Dial 1-800-713-GROW *inhaling noise* That's 1-800 *cough cough* *inhale* *lighter flicks* 713 *cough cough* G *inhale* R *inhale* O-W "Hello Dr. Greenthumb, paging Dr. Greenthumb!" (B-Real) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb I'd like to tell you just where I'm from In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields The fucking pigs with shields holding the blue steels Greenhouse effect with the weed connect (Doctor) DEA can't keep Greenthumb in check (Doctor!) HPS, God Bless the whole crop Please God, don't let me see no cops Trunkload, ready to hit the highway Don't let the eye in the sky fly my way or we gonna have big trouble, that's no shit Can't be growin without no permit but fuck that, I study the 215 trip That way when they come they can suck my dick Weed can't grow without attention Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb Chorus: (B-Real) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb (SenDog) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb! (B-Real) I'd like to tell you just where I'm from (SenDog) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb (B-Real) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb (SenDog) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb! (B-Real) I'd like to tell you just where I'm from (SenDog) Aiyyo Dr. Greenthumb, come on back one time! (B-Real) People can't live without the herb man If not they'd be drinkin and drivin and swervin but thanks to Dr. Greenthumb weed grow in the backyard or inside with hydro To the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream Tasty, blowin a fuckin smokescreen Cycles of weed are constantly grown Somebody give me the razor to cut groves I'd like to stop, but it feels so good Horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood Sticky angel, I neva wanna leave green alone but never ever ever got a warrant for my home What that funny sound knockin at the door (Open up it's the DEA!) Sorry Greenthumb can't talk no more Please don't follow me into the sun Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb Chorus 1/2 (B-Real) Out from the lab, no need for rehab If I can't drive then call me a cab (taxi!) In my closet the weed is dried out Like Eiht said, ain't no place to hide out I don't wanna buy no weed from no cop Get locked up and they close up my shop That's why I buy no weed from no one That's why they call me Dr. Greenthumb The scientifical, mystical one Growin my crops with the rays of the sun Come one come all and see how it's done If you see the pigs there's no need to run Cause some of these pigs are down with Greenthumb But you never know what be the outcome You see the photo in the album The weed is growin like my erection Look I never told you where I was from Some call me Real, but I'm Dr. Greenthumb Chorus Dr. Greenthumb Doctor, your Bulova plant needs special tending to Doctor, we need more oxygen we need more CO2 Doctor, Dr. Greenthumb you're needed Doctor, dahyahahahhh... Doctor |
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(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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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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Chorus x2
Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying Verse 1 Sen Dog Only way out is in a bag I figure You aint even mean(?) you, lil punk ass nigga Once you down for me, you down for life We stay hustlin fool, keep the family tight We run business, snow out witness With evidence(?), don't ever contradict this That's why I only love to control it Love for my hood, and the niggas that I roll with Verse 1 B-Real I love LA, but it's a jungle We come from the darkest corners, where all the street kids rumble Get their hustle on and hold dice in the bundle Stumble on the red, some can't stay humble Many catch cases of leather, pressure, they crumble Will pigs catch em, they bound to catch a couple Streets of hot lead sure enough, will make you tumble No names attached, nigga put you out with one blow Chorus x2 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying Verse 2 B-Real From estside to the valley, raw dogs all over LA, here represent Cali Lowriders and hot women, what you tell me? We're ballin' out here and the weed is so smelly Don't slip or you can get drugged through the alley and violated for credit, get stock in your belly Cause it's all about survival Better learn it quick, or you might get wet on arrival Verse 2 Sen Dog I got ways of dealin with my own That's better of not spoken or shown Hot-hit city when I bring the anger Heat on the street in the form of gangbangers This side of earth don't forget, chew you up and spit you out like... Legal, villain it's all like hell Hunt your ass down to the graveyard bell Chorus x2 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying Verse 3 B-Real As a young buck growin' up in the Angels City Caught a glimpse of light together, will ya say it with me? Was an outlaw for so many years, some in tears Come reminiscin about the homies who ain't here Escape the street karma, no matter what deep harm, I could never catch sleep You know everyday gets much harder Will set up and get product or set up and get shot up If you wanna survive, better have the street knowledge Rappers, actors, gangstas, ballas Watch stars, copcars, we pop collars, chop dollars Better have that shit on lock, you got a fat wallet So you might have a braveheart like ??? Wallace With a chip on your shoulder, I'm ?? freeze I'm the coldest nigga in the streets to trigga with these, assault ya nigga I know lifes cold and bitter when you're all alone and aint nobody running with ya Chorus x4 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying |
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Latin Thugs Lyrics
Artist(Band):Cypress Hill Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics Latin Thugs Lyrics MP3 Downloads Send Cypress Hill polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone Don′t be like, uh, a Cubano Be like el rio stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana Real hijo puta homeboy ask yo mama No me importa pinga mi niña All I wanna know que ′ta bueno cinga Don′t be scared echate pa′ ca What′s the play dog homeboy goin′ on Ni**as O.G. straight veterano Master the Spanglish style encojonao Y′all fools know aqui no se juega Don′t act a fool y no rompa las reglas We bien crazy ass asesino Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro [Chorus] Salte con tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles, como arriba, andale Prende la mota, yo lo que quiero es pureza Salte con tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles They call me papi chulo You know I′m puro I never fade away You see me comin′ get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide Latin thug roll deep pandillero Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto Carpet, car black y perro loco Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo bien pingao, poca lista Saco mi pinga y me chingo la pista Can′t get enough of them L.A. skonka Get a little wild y me como la chocha Listen up compa the big cypress loma Still right here y todavia te controla This ain′t no Telemundo special The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you [Chorus] Hey who the fuck is that Otro negro loco, daddy Y necolado, uno de lo batos malo Mucha mucha bala pa′ los ratones desmaya Que moriran seguro si fayan I ain′t neva scared you heard Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo Pa′ defenderlo de los enemigos Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni signo Pero todo dicen lo mismo Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron Un majon, blastin′ all these motherfuckers Envidiosos, sapos y chotas Tirale pa′ la cabeza, si se va, no regresa Eh pa′ que su pandilla sepa Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa Y no lloro ni la mama... [chorus] |
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