Cypress Hill LYRICS
view ALL Cypress Hill lyrics Come on come on
(time for some action)
Yeah yeah
(time for some action)
Come on come on
(time for some action)
Yeah yeah
(time for some action)
Come on come on
Drunk ass fool
Just a punk ass
Gonna cause trouble
Yeah let me burst that bubble
In a hurry
I anit happy
So worry
Whats a judge
And a punk ass jury
Homeboy
Should Im done to go home
But ya got caught up inside the cyclone
If I go home
Ill get slopped and stoned
When I disconnnect that
*****in neck bone
Wata!
Then ya get the kick to jaw kid
And I rip out ya eyelids
So you can see
The head nigger at it
Killa
Commin when I break on the static
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around
Shit
I get real shit
Yo shit
Can ya feel it
Carbon copy come steal it
The gatt I conceal it
Under my jacket
Oh where oh where
Do ya think I pack it
Under my belt
When the cards get dealt
To all the players
And though the punk ass fakers
Just come
And ya get the high pitched humm
Make ya understand where Im from
The eastside brown
Kid looks around
Puts down tump
It must fall down
Its on
When ya wanna take my pound
Punk
What go around come around
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around
(time, time for some action)
Check me and Ill check you back
(time, time for some action)
Check me and Ill check you back
When they come
With the staic cling
Its not thing
Make ya sing the blues
Like b.b. king
I got the roughneck scales
To give awhile
Like a voodoo child
Nuthin but style
Take it
But you can see the black glock clickin
Point my gatt
At the punk ass victims
Step up
Or you can step back
Though the doors
You can bring it on
If ya wanna come get yours
But ya betta look ova ya shoulda
Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around (go around)
What go around come around, kid (go around)
What go around come around
(time, time for some action)
Check me and Ill check you back
(time, time for some action)
Check me and Ill check you back
(time, time for some action)
Check me and Ill check you back
Check me and Ill check you back
{*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 clap you at close range
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]
[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, Im 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 *****in +illusions+, no lie, what you usin?
Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it
Any little title you got, Im takin it
You cant have it, you didnt 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? Im only sayin
Youre the record gettin played and Im djin
Playin you, playin you, and playin you
Decayin you, Im tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)
Chorus: b-real (sen dog)
Youre a weak ass hoe
Punk slow yo role
Youre nothin but a clone
With nothin to show
Youre a weak ass hoe
Need a style of your own
Youre a weak ass hoe
Youre a weak ass hoe (punk ass nigga)
Leave me alone (carbon copyin mutha*****a)
Punk nigga wit no flow (you aint shit)
Youre a weak ass hoe (***** your little record, punk)
Youre 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 dont mind me, youll find me
Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
Well ok, but youre gonna get me in trouble
Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
Ill 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 dont 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 aint enough to get half of my stuff, *****
(ah ha ha, thats right, youre a stank hoe!)
Chorus: b-real (sen dog)
Youre a stank ass hoe
Tryin to get dough
Leave me alone
Cause you cant roll
Youre a stank ass hoe
Nut ridin pro
Youre a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe
Leave me alone (broke ass hoodrat)
You cant roll (you cant roll)
Youre a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe (stank ass hoe)
Youre 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 ***** Im 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
Im rockin the outta the west and rockin the east (? )
Chorus: b-real (sen dog)
(punk ass nigga)
Youre a ***** ass hoe
Knockin on my door
Leave me alone
Cause you got no soul
Youre a ***** ass hoe (trick ass hoe)
Need to find a place to go
Youre a ***** ass hoe (punk ass niggas)
Youre a ***** ass hoe
Dont touch the microphone
Youre a ***** ass hoe (eat a mutha*****in dick)
Youre a ***** ass hoe
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
Youre a ***** ass hoe (trick ass hoe)
*humming*
I got the sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump
with the *****ing red bastard
snitching like a punk
I had the operation tight the flaws
faded doors
there's no growin room on the basement floor
I'm holding weight every 30 days
business pays
so many ways
many methods of moving my white haze
I got the cellophane, get this money tonite
I got the shipment goin out
got to be air tight
so when you ***** around
no time for me to ***** around
I got the ballin niggaz waitin on me
at the compound
so get the trucks ready, and let's hit the back roads
to scam this mother*****in' ass border patrol
I got my cousin Huey paid
for lookin away
back on the 405 on the way to LA
*talking*
I'm multiplying in my head
just how much stash it's gonna take for me
to double and triple up all my cash
I hit the city limits, time for me to check myself
cause I don't wanna sit inside no *****in cell
slope the rolls down, hold down, I see the gate
so I'm pulling up, and I hope these fools ain't late
or I'm outta here, wait, no, I see them in the rear
with 3 or 4 fools holding 2's in the real
I got the double barrel shit, hidden under my coat
for any crazy eyed mother*****er rockin the boat
I got the big boss hoss, just sippin the sauce
you got the shit? you got the money?
then break the shit off
(sang reggae style)
check out the herb man smugglin'
bright and early in the mornin'
this is for the herb man smugglin'
I know the DEA is waitin'
take out the herb man smugglin'
It's my ass that I'm risking
this is for the herb man sumgglin'
I know it's your daily livin'
I came a long, long way from slangin the herb
sometimes I think about when I was kickin it to the curb
now it's dirt in my pocket
but shit done changed
tatoos on my body and fat gold chains
got the mega shipment that must go out
on the same route me and my cousins started out
head back to Mexico for a friend of mine
we're gonna bring this shit load back, 4-0 pounds
it's like crack rock, cause we done this shit before
now I loaded up the stash on the hollow floor
double checkin everything, now it all looks cool
now we rollin to the border like we used to do
we pulled up at the border, but something was wrong
I began to realize that the swoop was on
I had the DEA and immigration closin' in
they had dogs all around my shit, no way to win
they lookin in the truck, now I know the shit's for blast
DEA agent sayin "now I got your ass"
it's been a long time smugglin, now I'm done
it's all over now, it's lookin' like I'm Audi, son
Now I'm headed up the river with the boat and no paddle
and they got me in lock down..
(reggae)
big up to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
peace to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
respect to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
what's up to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
shootouts to Method Man, Redman, Bob Marley
2pac keep ya head up
Siempre Peligroso"
(feat. Fermin IV Caballero)
[B-Real]
Yo te meto en candela
Prende las velas pa la pelea
Cuando crees que tu ganas yo mato a quien sea
Cypress Hill son asesinos
Yo fumo mota con todos mis vecinos
Abre tus ojos si tu quieres entender
Yo te enseno todo porque tengo el poder
Te llevo a la loma pa tirarte en el hueco
Puto yo te mojo y me quedo bien seco
Dios me perdona porque no estabas listo
Tu sangre en el piso y Cypress Hill lo hizo...
[Chorus:]
Caminando por la calle siempre es peligroso
(Siempre es peligroso!)
Corriendo en el pleito mueren los mocosos
(Mueren los mocosos!)
[B-Real]
Hijo no te pierdas porque voy a comenzar
A quemar mis enemigos que me vienen a matar
Yo no me escondo, tengo familia grande
Si tu quieres un pedazo, sigue ven pa lante
Puto...
[Fermin IV]
Ah... Mira... Una vez mas y por segunda ocasion
El poder de la yerba abre la mente
Y ahora en espanol mira ha!
Ta ta ta ta taa!!
Como el profesor Jirafalez dando su leccion
Aqui estoy listo y preparado para la ocasion, mira!
Mis instintos me van guiando, tropiezo menos
Pues no doy ningun paso en falso, asi he representado
Artilleria Pesada presentando
Fermin IV, capitan, piloto, aviador de la bala de plata
Siempre cumplo lo que prometo
Por eso ahora siento que voy creciendo sin miedo
Agarro el microfono como el machete que va abriendo
Los caminos y las veredas aqui en la tierra
A 33 1/3 revoluciones me mantengo
Ahora si! trantando de llevar el ritmo perfecto...
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
Mi nombre es el Perro ggggrrraw!! cuando ladro
No hay problema, cuando empiezo, te desmadro
Si soy cubiche y so si tengo mi machete
En la tronca de la ranfla y jeta de los cuetes
Que tu le que, le que? ven pa ca yo te la quito
La mando pa San Juan, encuentrala en Puerto Rico
Te jodo chico, nada suave como rico
Soy el pingu, tremendo peligroso tipo
Cuidado con mis canones, me roncan los cojones
Dile al tipo de la estacion que limpia todas las maldiciones
Empuja los botones, antes que tu la pones
Mis palabras son el humo que te rompe los pulmones
Hacer de que, hola, que se dice? que se cuenta?
Vente compra el disco porque ahora esta a la venta
Hay que pagar la renta, corre pa la tienda
Y oye como Sen y el Machete representa...
[Chorus]
[Fermin IV] - this goes with the chorus
Mira...
Cypress Hill, diremos algo
Pero nosotros, el Machete, aqui rondando
Con los grandes, representando, mira
ah ah!
Desde Monterrey, el Cerro De La Silla
Nos los llevamos a Los Angeles
Colocando nadamas asi ah ah
Transportamos por todos lados a donde vamos mira
Ah el Control Machete ah
Artilleria Pesada, ah
Cypress Hill, Mellow Man Ace, mira
ah ah AH! AH! AH!...
Asi es...........
Featuring 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, ***** it
That's what niggaz get for *****in 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 *****in 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 ***** 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 ***** nigga steppin on my toes, ***** 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 *****in 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
[22 seconds instrumental]
[B-Real:]
I'm loaded like a Shotgun. - Got one - under my coat!
It's late night, no stage fright. - I'm going for broke
While I'm hittin' my smoke.
I'm contemplatin' how to hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast, get away; it's all she wrote!
It's a heartbreaking habit, when you gotta have it
You grab it! - Stare at an album, so good at it!
Certified hood magic! - Look at it!
Throwin' too much in your face. - And money's gone; so am I so long?
But now my hustle's changed. - No more stickin' you up!
I've got some weed, I know that for sure; that can pick you up!
Just spark it up! I got a dime or a twenty sack!
All sales are final. - Don't ask for your money back!
Don't even look at the money, stack! - It's funny that
It still wasn't enough, I'm like still searchin' for honey flack!
No I'm servin' the boulders, looking over my shoulders!
Every step that I take - a rock might knock me over!
[Chorus: B-Real]
Strike - the match! - Sparks - the flame!
It starts - the fire that burns down the system!
Hit 'em hard! Hit 'em fast! - Keep the gas on 'em!
We're gonna char! - Get the dogs, go gas on 'em!
[Sen Dog:]
The hoodrange - a brace to be a gangster
They grew up! - And blew up the rock stages!
A long way from the gate, but I got Gauges!
Dumb 'em out! Pullin guns out on strangers!
A bunch a wild niggas, nobody can tame us!
The sixteen in the clip. - One in the chamber!
Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime!
Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine.
And I'd like to see heads get [? ]
So it's a problem? - That's how I solve 'em, there's no discussion!
Go for my mind, tell it's task force, rush 'em!
Until the day all I gotta say - is: "***** 'em! "
[Chorus]
[B-Real:]
Post it on the top son! - Claw some!
Makin' my way throught the jungle, and then they like I call something!
[? ] hustle, the streets need
To a hit single, put down *****, [? ] bring a leader!
When you're in the top spot, you better be top notch;
Or not watch, the haters take pop shots!
It's non-stop shit talkin', [? ] the conflict
Whoever slick talkin', I'm ready to harm him!
Disarm him! - Send his ass away in a coffin
My game is [? ], you don't seein' it that often!
But every [? ] day I felt time slip away
Like a heavy ticket on the train to an early grave!
I never worried hater, that what happens, I'm okay!
Reap what you sough! - And every kinda game you play
Never had a handout! - Had my hustle's brand out!
[? ] brand out! You wish my luck would run out!
[Chorus]
[b-real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
Whos up to no good, and wishes a man would
Come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldnt put it past him!
Hes got juice, how long will it last him?
Hes gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (hey!) whats ya main hobby?
Hell say there aint, nothin like the mother*****in robbery
So dont crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
For your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause Im quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes aint worth shit!
Chorus: b-real, sen dog (repeat 2x)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up yall, yeah
Shoot em up, just shoot em up (shoot em up!)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up yall, yeah
Shoot em up, just shoot em up (shoot em up!)
[sen dog]
Sen dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So Im puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, homes where you from? shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I dont play
Cause it wont pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(you get a fistful!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when youre sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! the beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it
Chorus
[b-real]
Ive had it up to here, with all the bullshit
Fingers on the trigger, and Im about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someones gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
Im out to get mine, and aint takin shit from no man
In the neighborhood, cause there aint no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that were comin up
Were out to make a quick buck, thats what Im thinkin
And Im smokin any punk who even thinks of finkin
Chorus
Attendant: that takes a fourteen shot clip
You expecting an army?
Serpico: no....just the division
[barron ricks]
Yeah, once again, (thats 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, ***** it
Thats what niggaz get for *****in 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 wont hesistate
I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
Across 110th, to 55th
My covenant is protected, Im doministic
Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophys my method
Good samaritans need paremedics, so whats your premise
I hope you *****in with glocks and fo fifths
Wraths napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists
Shatter chins, and bust clips
Check it, here is somethin you cant 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 gs 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 ***** 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, Im to the finish, and you acknowledge
Couldnt 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 aint 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 ***** nigga steppin on my toes, ***** 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
Youre like a fat joint, Im takin a toke, Im like coke
But you aint smilin, feelin erratic, a *****in 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
Chorus (sen dog):
Eastside la
Cypress hill all day
Spark the la
We live this shit
We ? uptide
Gatt-blaster
Weedsmoker
Moneyholders
B-real:
Well its the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
On my side is my ese cant ***** 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 aint in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the eastside
Its a suicide when youre *****ing with the hill
Fool drop your weapon or Im 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
Enemys a viewer Im sipping on caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga sonduhla
Heading to the eastside watch your back busta
Aint no hood for you here its all about the hustlas
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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 its 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 dont give a damn
Sen dog and the hill still *****ing up the program
Yeah yall, that big bad cypress and perro up in that place
What the ***** you wanna do now huh?
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B-real:
Kicking that funky cypress hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
Cause Im the ill one
Oh the cap-peel one
You comming round the hill *****ing son I gotta spill one
Now Im 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 Im dead Im bringing my music to play there
For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, youre on my shoulders
You cant hold us back Im spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know youre wishing that I would bow to submission
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