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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
(Verse 1: Sen-Dog)
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say I been backin' up east side LA, all day Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw 'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw (Chorus (2x): B-Real) You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles (Verse 2: Sen-Dog) I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds To break out before you resemblin' a dead man A hole through your headband My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal You don't want that strap on my hip To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume (Chorus (2x): B-Real) You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles (Verse 3) (BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride I take money-money, make dummies all night Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic (SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier Up and down the boulevard, big money folder You bring descript sequence with no defense The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin' (Chorus (2x): B-Real) You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles |
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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
(Verse 1: Sen-Dog)
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say I been backin' up east side LA, all day Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw 'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw (Chorus (2x): B-Real) You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles (Verse 2: Sen-Dog) I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds To break out before you resemblin' a dead man A hole through your headband My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal You don't want that strap on my hip To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume (Chorus (2x): B-Real) You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles (Verse 3) (BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride I take money-money, make dummies all night Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic (SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier Up and down the boulevard, big money folder You bring descript sequence with no defense The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin' (Chorus (2x): B-Real) You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Unreleased & Revamped [ep] (1996)
Goin down, goin down
Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down (B-Real) 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 That's why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin They follow a hollow point shells 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 gat busts my grip surrounded I'm about ta get rushed I brushed wit death How many shells stuffed in my closet (???) (Chorus) (B-Real) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready) Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down (B-Real) 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 y'all Better stand back niggaz bout ta fall I'm comin out blastin like Yosemite Sam Get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham (Chorus) (B-Real) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (when tha ship goes down) When tha ship goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready) Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down Goin down, goin down |
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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, Cypress Hill - Unreleased & Revamped [ep] (1996)
B-Real:
Whatta you know? The nigga stole my dough So I reached in the closet for the 4-4 [Whatta you know?] Jus' hold on, just wait a minute It's gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated Whatta you know? The fucker took my phone I still can't believe that he robbed my home! Whatta you know? I think he got to the herb And the ferria, and the jewlery, and the Mausberg Whatta you know? I can't find my keys to the 6-5 All the way live on D's Whatta you know? I can't find my Rolex With the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecks Whatta you know? When I find that mark-ass nigga, I'ma cut out his fuckin' heart! Sen-Dog: Whatta you know? I came up on this baller For the dollar and the weed sack, and his Impala! Whatta you think, when you can't trust your so-called homie Like me, and you thought that you know me? Whatta you feel, when you're lookin' in the closet And the gat's gone, and so is your cellular phone? Whatta you know? I took your loot and the jewels With the buddah and the laptop in the nickel-plated tool! Whatta you know? Now I run the show With the phat pockets and the nigga's fly gold Wahtta you think, when ya ass gets jacked By a homie who was supposed to have your back? B-Real: Whatta you know? I'm rollin' in my zone And I think I see the puto who rigged my home [Whatta you think?] I got the glock in the glove Should I dump on the man, leave him lying in the mud? Wahtta you know? He pulled out my 4-4 Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow [Whatta you know?] The motherfucker's all blastin' 4-5 equal, in time for some tractions [Whatta you know?] Slide action, no question Forty-five slug is bad for your complexion [Whatta you know?] The puto's cryin' like a bitch Now the puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch! B-Real (spoken): [Whatta you know?] You can't even trust your fuckin' best homeboy these days, homes. [Whatta you know?] You got to sleep with one nine fuckin' open ... [Whatta you know?] Payback's a motherfuckin' bitch! [Whatta you know?] That puto should've watched his fuckin' back. [Whatta you know?] (repeated till end) |
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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 - Skull & Bones (2000)
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jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj 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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
frtgfbcghcghfvnfnfnhjgfvnvghvgfhjgvfhjfgvhg,fhl;fl;ghl;fghkl;fhlvnklvnmklvhkljnklghgkkkkkkkkkkkkgggkkkgkgklgflkmhlkfghgfvgdfhgghdfghxfhjcf.ghl;fhk;flmhl;fmhl;fmhl;gfmhl;fmthl;fmhl.tmhdl;tmh;ltmhl;mhl;tml;rmh;lmf/m;lrmhl;drgff,f,ffffffff,ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffgbgrtnhfghgf,.nkdl h,.fncklhnfklnflknh;kdlfnhkflgtbn fguigloklllllolo
,lbklbhjxfklbjngjklhjgggggjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhhhyhhhhhhhj 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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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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
[Chorus: Sen Dog]
Eastside L.A. Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right [B-Real] Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my side is my ese can't fuck with that Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya Watch it go through ya Ya smelling like manure Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell Singing sad songs for the ones that fell To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho Need this looking raw before you come acting Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum Cause I been there Done that Fool check the format Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place What the fuck you wanna do now huh? [Chorus] [B-Real] Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I blast another give them something to deal with Cause I'm the ill one Oh the cap-peel one You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival Living on the Eastside fighting for survival Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders Crushing every opponent in opposition I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission [Chorus] |
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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
[Chorus: Sen Dog]
Eastside L.A. Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right [B-Real] Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my side is my ese can't fuck with that Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya Watch it go through ya Ya smelling like manure Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell Singing sad songs for the ones that fell To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho Need this looking raw before you come acting Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum Cause I been there Done that Fool check the format Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place What the fuck you wanna do now huh? [Chorus] [B-Real] Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I blast another give them something to deal with Cause I'm the ill one Oh the cap-peel one You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival Living on the Eastside fighting for survival Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo Off to the stone garden you go and stay there When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders Crushing every opponent in opposition I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission [Chorus] |
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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
[B-Real]
You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan You crossed line, time for the light to blind You can run but I never be far behind You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy Better look around before you come out your door Cuz shit catches up but you don't want no more Only time will provide the right sign for real You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel HOOK 2X: You better never let me catch you alone! Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on! You might die in the Valley of Chrome! Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on! [Sen-Dog] Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind The spotlight's on me and it's time to shine I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately The size of my clan is improving greatly No one will hold 'em back, bringin the big heater Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah Speed of light, move faster than sound But I'm still on they back and I'm gaining much ground HOOK 2X [B-Real] No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme Playa haters, imitaters wanna roll with the team But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream They wanna instigate ?to get a losse forget my stake? Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes Cuban motherfuckers who don't know who I am Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan Better scram outta here before you get slammed I stand strong, keepin on, when I'm rollin alone But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown HOOK 4X |
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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
[B-Real]
You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan You crossed line, time for the light to blind You can run but I never be far behind You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy Better look around before you come out your door Cuz shit catches up but you don't want no more Only time will provide the right sign for real You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel HOOK 2X: You better never let me catch you alone! Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on! You might die in the Valley of Chrome! Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on! [Sen-Dog] Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind The spotlight's on me and it's time to shine I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately The size of my clan is improving greatly No one will hold 'em back, bringin the big heater Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah Speed of light, move faster than sound But I'm still on they back and I'm gaining much ground HOOK 2X [B-Real] No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme Playa haters, imitaters wanna roll with the team But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream They wanna instigate ?to get a losse forget my stake? Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes Cuban motherfuckers who don't know who I am Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan Better scram outta here before you get slammed I stand strong, keepin on, when I'm rollin alone But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown HOOK 4X |
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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 - Lowrider [single] (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)
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 - 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)
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 - Throw Your Set In The Air [single] (1995)
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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from Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set In The Air [single] (1995)
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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from Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set In The Air [single] (1995)
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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from Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set In The Air [single] (1995)
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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from Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set In The Air [single] (1995)
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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from Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set In The Air [single] (1995)
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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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
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 your neighborhood Workin up to a G with the flava Criminal behavior, on the mind When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time Throw ya set in the air (c'mon) Wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air (throw it up homes!) 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 ask you ?? 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 Los 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 (c'mon) Wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air (throw it up!) Wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air (throw your hood up!) Wave it around like ya just don't care (got c'mon on!) Throw ya set in the air (give it up!) Wave it around like ya just don't care Nigga throw your set in the air, nigga you know I'm sayin' If you're scared nigga take your muthafuckin' punk ass to church Cause this one from a nigga on the east side Every muthafuckin' day is a job nigga Gotta handle your business, niggas you get don't You muthafuckin' cap on get peel back And it ain't no bullshit If you wanna test a nigga, bring it on nigga, you know I'm sayin'? Fuck your muthafuckin' set up in the air 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 ya set in the air (c'mon) Wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air (throw it up!) Wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air (throw your hood up!) Wave it around like ya just don't care Throw ya set in the air (give it up!) Wave it around like ya just don't care Yeah, that's right Straight givin' up the 'hood long day fool! Cypress Hill muthafucka watcha wanna do? Hell no Givin' my shit to be in your face fool! |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
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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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, Cypress Hill - Unreleased & Revamped [ep] (1996)
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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 - IV [Explicit Version] (1998)
Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog
B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!) SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!) B-R: Primero yo... (me first...) (gulp) B-R: *grrrrrah!* B-R and SD: *mexican yells* SD: Cometelo! (eat it!) Verse One: B Smooth Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm Motherfucker (overlapping intro's end) Tequila spice, hot nice Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo Down in Tiajuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about the money, son Now that's the only reason We came south of the border, to complete this work order We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it As God is my witness, we got ditches for all you motherfuckin fake bitches It all boils down to the business Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker! Chorus Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money nigga! (repeat 2x) Verse Two: B-Real I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand 'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you Not like these fools who don't comprehend You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question Just do what I say, and you'll be rich And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out Always be aware of what's around you They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you Keep your shit in order the money won't stop Pretty soon you'll be on top Chorus Verse Three: B-Real Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency For my enemies who wanna murder me Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand? With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it Let these words stick, you better be ready to die Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie Chorus (music outro) |
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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, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
B-Real:
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real, But, they don't know how to take they own advisement, Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion, Get the hell out, I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas, Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit, And made it my first single, fuck a hit, Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, I'm gonna, and all of it, It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, Sellin' out for the fame, I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, Go down in flames , in the big game, B-Real: Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage, But, I don't give a fuck cause I still manage, To represent to the fullest, No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, To the studio gangsta with the articles, In them magazines with the bitch editors, Keep it real in the game, Niggas got no shame, Now all the executives want all the fame, Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, For the fuck-em industry that's take'n all ya dough, I never stole it, stole it all, Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, Fools want me to fall, I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate tastic, I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front, Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise, Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, All you bruthas in the game run a check, Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect, Muthafuckas |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real, But, they don't know how to take they own advisement, Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion, Get the hell out, I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas, Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit, And made it my first single, fuck a hit, Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, I'm gonna, and all of it, It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry, Sellin' out for the fame, I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks, Go down in flames , in the big game, Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage, But, I don't give a fuck cause I still manage, To represent to the fullest, No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, To the studio gangsta with the articals, In them magizines with the bitch editors, Keep it real in the game, Niggas got no shame, Now all the executives want all the fame, Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, For the fuck-em indistry that's take'n all ya dough, I neva stole it, stole it all, Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, Fools want me to fall, I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate tastic, I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front, Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise, Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, All you bruthas in the game run a check, Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect, Muthafuckas |
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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, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
1 for trouble, 8 for the road
7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard Up and down the boulevard I'm a natural born cap peela', strapped illa I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala' Getcha fix of the uncut funk A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be Move it up, just move it on out What'cha talkin'bout son I took the first shot, and it's all over now One nation under a groove Smoke a pound for the strict of it Everytime I make a move Smooth and togetha Raw like leatha Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove It's the numba one money maker Money take a, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit Hard rock bone breaka Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom Assurt to assume Never be lettin' shit slide, no way Bitch niggas can hide But, I'll find they ass some day Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air Some dogs, like you gotta pair When I kick to the metro Lone clip, be lookin' around Cause this shit ain't over with yet People can't understand my situation Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination Fool, just take cover, it's all over When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
1 for trouble, 8 for the road,
7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load, Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk, I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, Up and down the blvd., I'm a natrual-born cap-peela', strapped illa, I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala', Get'cha fix of the uncut funk, A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be, Move it up, just move it on out, What'cha talkin'bout son, I got the first shot, and it's all over now, One nation under a groove, Smoke a pound for the strict of it, Everytime I make a move, Smooth and togetha, Raw like leatha, Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva, Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove It's the numba one money maker, Money takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica,(Am I) Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit, For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit, Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom, Assurt to assume, Never be lettin' shit slide, no way, Bitch niggas can hide, But, I'll find they ass some day, Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air, Some dogs, like you gotta pair, When I kick to the metro, Lone clip, be lookin' around, Cause this shit ain't over with yet, People can't understand my situation, Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination, Fool, just take cover, it's all over, When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka, Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove |
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from Cypress Hill - IV [Explicit Version] (1998)
(feat. Barron Ricks)
Attendant: "That takes a fourteen shot clip You expecting an army?" Serpico: "No....just the division" [Barron Ricks] "Yeah, once again, (that's right) We about to attack this (Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah (Nicky Bond) Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro All my little short niggaz Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo" Fillin out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it That's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive nigga with aggresion, Smith and Wesson, in his possession Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take For short cake, we won't hesistate I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents Across 110th, to 55th My covenant is protected, I'm doministic Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method Good samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise I hope you fuckin with Glocks and fo' fifths Wrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists Shatter chins, and bust clips Check it, "here is somethin you can't understand" Steel Magnolia [B-Real] I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged As I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell to meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger Killa G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy! [Barron Ricks] Steel Magnolia Magnificent guns bust when 'Uzi Weighs a Ton' And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips spells murder, sound synonymous to burner Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck So who the fuck want me to press on they luck, bastard they son When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run Annihilation, destroyin all expectations Have relatives embrace your Harlem hopital, we all patient 5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it! Steel Magnolia [B-Real] Steel Magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry ya To your final rest area What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug And your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy To your eulogy, open heart surgery Emergency, 911, come in a hurry From the Hills to the Polo realms, stackin the bills I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, fuck foes and hoes Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke You're like a fat joint, I'm takin a toke, I'm like coke But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a fuckin addict To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop Smooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot shit [Barron Ricks] Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia |
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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
(Sen Dog)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Once again, ha ha ha We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (B-Real) Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor I got double platinum records on the wall While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall Cats wanna try me, you must be high Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin? Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it Any little title you got, I'm takin it You can't have it, you didn't earn it Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss What movie you livin in and how much did it cost? What role are you playin? I'm only sayin You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in Playin you, playin you, and playin you Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha) (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) You're a weak ass hoe Punk slow yo role You're nothin but a clone With nothin to show You're a weak ass hoe Need a style of your own You're a weak ass hoe You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga) Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka) Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit) You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk) You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick) (B-Real) Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind Please don't mind me, you'll find me Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double I'll be in that corner table wit my homies Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets? Do I got a big home? Do I live alone? Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly I don't think so, you stink, hoe The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe Please back up, I know you look good But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!) (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) You're a stank ass hoe Tryin to get dough Leave me alone Cause you can't roll You're a stank ass hoe Nut ridin pro You're a stank ass hoe A stank ass hoe Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat) You can't roll (You can't roll) You're a stank ass hoe A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe) You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp) (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) (Bring it back homie, come on, huh) (B-Real) Here goes another example to begin it With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it When I look at me, I look and see How long it took for you to throw the book at me Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down And put the anti-bacterial assault down Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess Never settle for stress, or wack rappers I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?) (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) (Punk ass nigga) You're a bitch ass hoe Knockin on my door Leave me alone Cause you got no soul You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe) Need to find a place to go You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas) You're a bitch ass hoe Don't touch the microphone You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick) You're a bitch ass hoe Leave me alone Got no place to go You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe) (humming) |
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from Cypress Hill - Skull & Bones (2000)
(Sen Dog)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Once again, ha ha ha We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (B-Real) Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor I got double platinum records on the wall While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall Cats wanna try me, you must be high Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin? Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it Any little title you got, I'm takin it You can't have it, you didn't earn it Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss What movie you livin in and how much did it cost? What role are you playin? I'm only sayin You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in Playin you, playin you, and playin you Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha) (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) You're a weak ass hoe Punk slow yo role You're nothin but a clone With nothin to show You're a weak ass hoe Need a style of your own You're a weak ass hoe You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga) Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka) Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit) You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk) You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick) (B-Real) Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind Please don't mind me, you'll find me Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double I'll be in that corner table wit my homies Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets? Do I got a big home? Do I live alone? Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly I don't think so, you stink, hoe The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe Please back up, I know you look good But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!) (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) You're a stank ass hoe Tryin to get dough Leave me alone Cause you can't roll You're a stank ass hoe Nut ridin pro You're a stank ass hoe A stank ass hoe Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat) You can't roll (You can't roll) You're a stank ass hoe A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe) You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp) (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) (Bring it back homie, come on, huh) (B-Real) Here goes another example to begin it With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it When I look at me, I look and see How long it took for you to throw the book at me Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down And put the anti-bacterial assault down Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess Never settle for stress, or wack rappers I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?) (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) (Punk ass nigga) You're a bitch ass hoe Knockin on my door Leave me alone Cause you got no soul You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe) Need to find a place to go You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas) You're a bitch ass hoe Don't touch the microphone You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick) You're a bitch ass hoe Leave me alone Got no place to go You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe) (humming) |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind,
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, Come on... Who be the ones steppin' in the room, Everybody welcome to the temple of boom, Back, let me see ya fat indo sack, And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it, Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna, Give me love when I put the flame on ya, Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet, Next to the fat bags full of chronic, Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open, Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokein'", I aint got no kind of love for a brother, Who comes to the party, with no bud, I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah, Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter, Up until the summer of '91, Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts, From the west coast to the east coast, Everybody be braggin', But , I'm the one who be puffin' most, First it started with the nickel, then the dime, Then the Twenty, spendin' up all my money, Now, I roll with the nelco(?), With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo, Just take a deep breath (Ahh), Hit it then pass it to the left, You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress, Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea), Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air, Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? Everybody spark another owl. Everybody spark another owl. I wanna spark another owl. I wanna spark another owl. Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? (Sen Dog)Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana, talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all, yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough). Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here t hemp TV, with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks. |
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from Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III : Temples Of Boom (1995)
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind,
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, Come on... (B-Real): Who be the ones steppin' in the room, Everybody welcome to the temple of boom, Back, let me see ya fat indo sack, And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it, Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna, Give me love when I put the flame on ya, Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet, Next to the fat bags full of chronic, Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open, Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokein'", I aint got no kind of love for a brother, Who comes to the party, with no bud, I be smokinest, indo-blazin', funk buddah, Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter, Up until the summer of '91, Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts, From the west coast to the east coast, Everybody be braggin', But , I'm the one who be puffin' most, First it started with the nickel, then the dime, Then the Twenty, spendin' up all my money, Now, I roll with the nelco(?), With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo, Just take a deep breath (Ahh), Hit it then pass it to the left, You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress, Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea), Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air, Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? Everybody spark another owl. Everybody spark another owl. I wanna spark another owl. I wanna spark another owl. Do you wanna spark another owl? Do you wanna spark another owl? (Sen Dog)Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana, talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all, yesca, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the michoacan, the indo, the skunka, the bad breath sense (cough). Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here in hemp TV, with Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album, I'm stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks. |
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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 - 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, Rusko - Cypress X Rusko 01 [ep] (2012) | |||||
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