Cypress Hill - Greatest Hits From The Bong [compilation] (2005) by Cypress Hill (보컬) on maniadb.com

"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm
sayin'? And it goes like this:"

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah
Of the funky buddha
Eluder
Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
While suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin'
By
Hanging out the window
With my magnum taking out some putos
Acting kind of loco
I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

I'm ignoring all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming
Hummin', Coming at ya
Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya
Time for some action
Just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance
To run the interference
Into your satellite
Shining a battle light
Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right
Here's an example
Just a little sample
How I could just kill a man
One-time tried to come in my home
Take my chrome
I said, "Yo, it's on!"
Take cover son or you're assed-out
How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite
My spliff ignite
You with insight
So if you ain't down, bullshit!
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would you call the One-time and play the role model?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug
Humming coming at ya
Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya!
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been?
Understand where I'm coming from
When you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome
Just for a bucket
Or a fast duck it
Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!"

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

"All I wanted was a Pepsi!"

"What does it all mean?"

Verse One

Well I′m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side you see my gat, see I′m all of that
Sendin off buck shots for I′m gonna wetcha
Running hard, but I′m still coming to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide
You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride
I′m not a bad guy, but I′m the funky feel one
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa
You′re stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now?
Being the hunted one is no fun
Here I come son, yo I think you better run
Better run more, and move a little faster
Second of thought and I′m coming to blast ya
With my

Chorus

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]
Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn′t jump]
Lala la la lala la laaaaa...

Verse Two

Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
Ain′t takin shit from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
How they want to pass sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the nigga′s pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your fuckin car to get pulled, now
I′m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I′m handin out beatdowns
I′m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I′m handin out beatdowns [get your face down!]
Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
I can get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, I′m gonna getcha
Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

Chorus


Verse Three

Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
Cuz I′m the chill one, known to get ill one
They stepped to the Hill ″What′s up?″, I had to kill one
Now I′m headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind
Cause I ain′t goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
Lala la la lala la laaa
Look at all of those funeral cars
Cause I′ma

Chorus

Freak to the funk that no one else is bringin’
Sen Dog with the funky biluingi

Yeah that’s the nombre
Heard that holmie
Peace to Mellow and Frost and neca cote

Sen Dog is not a kid a veterano
I’m down, another briday’s follow
One of the many of the Latins that straight I know
And I got plenty for the Jenny’s Alexandro

But wait, they’re clownin’ on me ‘cause of my language
I have to tell ‘em straight up, it’s called Spanglish

My hoes on the pinga the gringo
Tryin’ to get paid, for the funky bilingo

Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Yeah funky bilingo
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
It’s the Latin lingo

Cuarto hentro when I come in
Suckers runnin’

La mida
Another bilingo vam beaner

Then a cueno hemplo
Check the tempo
Whaaa, it’s tachingonla instrumental

Yeah woofte, como somos
Yo no hotho, I got some sodos

And you can hear it in la skunkas
Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger

Don’t be such a liver what ya got for that cavesa
Aye holmes pass the cerveza
Before I have to go and push up on your reza
Mmmm, she’s fine something freska
Ya holmes, have a hit of this yeska

Teach yo y sin yo
The lingo lo puento
Now you know, that I am in the centro

Where ya live, see the cuertes
Now I thinks you ain’t shit without your quinte

Something like a skang thang
Vactos gettin’ bang banged
‘Cause I hung out with ‘em now you’re callin’ me an insane

Suck it mi cara santa mi Camino
Make way for the funky bilingual

Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilinguals holmes
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
It’s the Latin lingo baby
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo

What’s up holmie, don’t you know me
Simon, ain’t you the brother of the mas pincos

Straight up and down with the rasa
The Kid Frost got my back, boo-ya in la casa

‘Cause everyday things get a little crazier
As I step to the microphone area

As I comb my city burro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that’s where the callas is

Vactos waitin’ on me along with the heinas
Catchin’ all the swiffer when I set your one timer

So when you see me at the party or the paile
Before I got here I was gaffled in the carre

True like govacho who said I was borracho
Had an attitude tried to play me macho

Just relax, el mado mijo
Sen Dog with the funky bilingo

Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingual
Funky
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
Funky
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
Funky baby

To da one on da flam
boy it's tough
I just toss that ham on the fryin pan
like spam
it's done when I come in slam
damn, I feel like the son of sam
don't make me wrek shit
wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric
damn
the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin'
it's all over when go out drinkin'
OH makin' my mind slow,
that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh
bro, I got ta' maintain
cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane

chorus: insane in da membrane
insane in da brain! (repeat 4x)

Do my shit undercover
now it's time for for the blubba
blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
fat boy on a diet don't try it
I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot
much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass
leavin' your face in the grass
you know I don't take a chulo lightly
punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me
so kick that style, wicked wild
happy face nigga never seen me smile
rip dat mainframe
I'll explain
a nigga like me is goin' insane

chorus

Like louie armstrong
played the trumpet
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my props
cops
come and try to snatch my crops
these pigs wanna blow my house down
and undrground to the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
and I'm out in the night loose scared
yes I'm the pirate pilot
of this ship if I get
wit' the ultraviolet dream
hide from the red light beam
now do you believe in the unseen
look, but don't make you eyes strain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
chorus

Let's kick it ese

Comin' out da slums
It's da hoodlums
I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress
Hill
Kill
I'll bust that grill
Grab my gatt, and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my plastic
Glock automatic
Synthetic material, bury your blocks 'n' mortar
Headed down to da Mexican border
Smokin' that smelly
Northern Cali'
Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum
Hear the gatt come
Boooooommmmmm!
Let me see what you'll do
It's a sin to kill a man
But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand

We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that

I'm high strung
Click I'm sprung
'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
Where I'm from the gatts'll be smokin'
I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'
Know that I come with the static
Erratic
Four-five automatic
Screamin' at ya
The red lights beamin' at ya
No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood
In the oven I'm cooked
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he's under
Don't make Stevie Wonder
Why
'Cause he'll testify

We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that

I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
Lettin' you know I take care of business
Can I get a witness?
To verify when I'm to bring this
Style that makes you ecstatic
Tragic
When I get a pull of the magic buddha
When I roll with my crew
I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota!
And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to da curb
So we exchanged a few words
But he got me stirred up
Enough to grab the handcuffs
I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off!

We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out

We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that

"Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress
Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a
dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too.
Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!"

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!

Hello, I'm Dr. Greenthumb
Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed
and just can't find some anywhere?
Well try my Dr. Greenthumb grow tips
I'll show you how to grow inside and out
From seed to clone, and the best homegrown
And if you're afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky
No worries, we'll fix them too
with one of our Dr. Greenthumb 'Sizzlean' screens
to block the nosy pig's vision
Don't believe me?
Just ask one of my many satisfied clients here Jed Sanders
how well it works

Hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is Jaid
And ahm a farmer and I've been growin
mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh
uhh, with Dr. Greenthumb's 'Sizzlean' screen
I don't hafta point my shotgun
at them pesky porkers no more
Thanks Dr. Green, you're tha shit

Yes, Dr. Greenthumb's got it all, I guarantee it
Try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time
*lighter flicks* Dial 1-800-713-GROW
*inhaling noise* That's 1-800 *cough cough* *inhale*
*lighter flicks* 713 *cough cough*
G *inhale* R *inhale* O-W

"Hello Dr. Greenthumb, paging Dr. Greenthumb!"

(B-Real)
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields
The fucking pigs with shields holding the blue steels
Greenhouse effect with the weed connect
(Doctor) DEA can't keep Greenthumb in check (Doctor!)
HPS, God Bless the whole crop
Please God, don't let me see no cops
Trunkload, ready to hit the highway
Don't let the eye in the sky fly my way
or we gonna have big trouble, that's no shit
Can't be growin without no permit
but fuck that, I study the 215 trip
That way when they come they can suck my dick
Weed can't grow without attention
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb

Chorus:

(B-Real) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
(SenDog) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb!
(B-Real) I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
(SenDog) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
(B-Real) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
(SenDog) Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb!
(B-Real) I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
(SenDog) Aiyyo Dr. Greenthumb, come on back one time!

(B-Real)
People can't live without the herb man
If not they'd be drinkin and drivin and swervin
but thanks to Dr. Greenthumb weed grow
in the backyard or inside with hydro
To the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream
Tasty, blowin a fuckin smokescreen
Cycles of weed are constantly grown
Somebody give me the razor to cut groves
I'd like to stop, but it feels so good
Horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood
Sticky angel, I neva wanna leave green alone
but never ever ever got a warrant for my home
What that funny sound knockin at the door (Open up it's the DEA!)
Sorry Greenthumb can't talk no more
Please don't follow me into the sun
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb

Chorus 1/2

(B-Real)
Out from the lab, no need for rehab
If I can't drive then call me a cab (taxi!)
In my closet the weed is dried out
Like Eiht said, ain't no place to hide out
I don't wanna buy no weed from no cop
Get locked up and they close up my shop
That's why I buy no weed from no one
That's why they call me Dr. Greenthumb
The scientifical, mystical one
Growin my crops with the rays of the sun
Come one come all and see how it's done
If you see the pigs there's no need to run
Cause some of these pigs are down with Greenthumb
But you never know what be the outcome
You see the photo in the album
The weed is growin like my erection
Look I never told you where I was from
Some call me Real, but I'm Dr. Greenthumb

Chorus

Dr. Greenthumb
Doctor, your Bulova plant needs special tending to
Doctor, we need more oxygen we need more CO2
Doctor, Dr. Greenthumb you're needed
Doctor, dahyahahahhh... Doctor

(chorus)
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars,the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly


I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Looking in the mirror, dreaming about blowin' up
The rock crowds. Make money. Chill with the honeys.
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me.
shits funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat, and tears and
Losin' some of your peers.


And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
shits deep
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
emmcees make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese


You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way Feel trapped in
What you rappin' about?
Tell me what happened when you lost clout?
The route you took started collapsing
No fans. No fame. No respect. No change. No women and
Everybody shits on your name.


You ever have big dreams? Or makin' big cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star band, never act friendly.
You wanna have big fame
Let me explain what happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be ok
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never get fooled to the fullest
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being a rock star!

My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love
They're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
The best way back to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honeys at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on fall off - the ho's fall off
To the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started getting' ignored
I warned him
Asured him this ain't easy
Take it from the weazy
Sleazy people want to be so cheesy
They're fucking evil

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Don′t be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like el rio stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi niña
All I wanna know que ′ta bueno cinga
Don′t be scared echate pa′ ca
What′s the play dog homeboy goin′ on
Ni**as O.G. straight veterano
Master the Spanglish style encojonao
Y′all fools know aqui no se juega
Don′t act a fool y no rompa las reglas
We bien crazy ass asesino
Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro

[Chorus]
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, yo lo que quiero es pureza

Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles

They call me papi chulo
You know I′m puro
I never fade away
You see me comin′ get your ass runnin I know you hate away
Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize
Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide

Latin thug roll deep pandillero
Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto
Carpet, car black y perro loco
Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo
bien pingao, poca lista
Saco mi pinga y me chingo la pista
Can′t get enough of them L.A. skonka
Get a little wild y me como la chocha
Listen up compa the big cypress loma
Still right here y todavia te controla
This ain′t no Telemundo special
The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you

[Chorus]

Hey who the fuck is that
Otro negro loco, daddy
Y necolado, uno de lo batos malo
Mucha mucha bala pa′ los ratones desmaya
Que moriran seguro si fayan
I ain′t neva scared you heard
Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo
Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo
Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo
Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo
Pa′ defenderlo de los enemigos
Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni signo
Pero todo dicen lo mismo
Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron
Un majon, blastin′ all these motherfuckers
Envidiosos, sapos y chotas
Tirale pa′ la cabeza, si se va, no regresa
Eh pa′ que su pandilla sepa
Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa
Y no lloro ni la mama...

[chorus]

Chorus x2
Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying


Verse 1 Sen Dog

Only way out is in a bag I figure
You aint even mean(?) you, lil punk ass nigga
Once you down for me, you down for life
We stay hustlin fool, keep the family tight
We run business, snow out witness
With evidence(?), don't ever contradict this
That's why I only love to control it
Love for my hood, and the niggas that I roll with


Verse 1 B-Real

I love LA, but it's a jungle
We come from the darkest corners, where all the street kids rumble
Get their hustle on and hold dice in the bundle
Stumble on the red, some can't stay humble
Many catch cases of leather, pressure, they crumble
Will pigs catch em, they bound to catch a couple
Streets of hot lead sure enough, will make you tumble
No names attached, nigga put you out with one blow

Chorus x2
Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying

Verse 2 B-Real

From estside to the valley, raw dogs all over LA, here represent Cali
Lowriders and hot women, what you tell me?
We're ballin' out here and the weed is so smelly
Don't slip or you can get drugged through the alley and violated for credit, get stock in your belly
Cause it's all about survival
Better learn it quick, or you might get wet on arrival


Verse 2 Sen Dog

I got ways of dealin with my own
That's better of not spoken or shown
Hot-hit city when I bring the anger
Heat on the street in the form of gangbangers
This side of earth don't forget, chew you up and spit you out like...
Legal, villain it's all like hell
Hunt your ass down to the graveyard bell

Chorus x2

Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying

Verse 3 B-Real
As a young buck growin' up in the Angels City
Caught a glimpse of light together, will ya say it with me?
Was an outlaw for so many years, some in tears
Come reminiscin about the homies who ain't here
Escape the street karma, no matter what deep harm, I could never catch sleep
You know everyday gets much harder
Will set up and get product or set up and get shot up
If you wanna survive, better have the street knowledge
Rappers, actors, gangstas, ballas
Watch stars, copcars, we pop collars, chop dollars
Better have that shit on lock, you got a fat wallet
So you might have a braveheart like ??? Wallace
With a chip on your shoulder, I'm ?? freeze
I'm the coldest nigga in the streets to trigga with these, assault ya nigga
I know lifes cold and bitter when you're all alone and aint nobody running with ya

Chorus x4
Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying

Latin Thugs Lyrics
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Don′t be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like el rio stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi niña
All I wanna know que ′ta bueno cinga
Don′t be scared echate pa′ ca
What′s the play dog homeboy goin′ on
Ni**as O.G. straight veterano
Master the Spanglish style encojonao
Y′all fools know aqui no se juega
Don′t act a fool y no rompa las reglas
We bien crazy ass asesino
Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro

[Chorus]
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, yo lo que quiero es pureza

Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles

They call me papi chulo
You know I′m puro
I never fade away
You see me comin′ get your ass runnin I know you hate away
Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize
Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide

Latin thug roll deep pandillero
Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto
Carpet, car black y perro loco
Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo
bien pingao, poca lista
Saco mi pinga y me chingo la pista
Can′t get enough of them L.A. skonka
Get a little wild y me como la chocha
Listen up compa the big cypress loma
Still right here y todavia te controla
This ain′t no Telemundo special
The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you

[Chorus]

Hey who the fuck is that
Otro negro loco, daddy
Y necolado, uno de lo batos malo
Mucha mucha bala pa′ los ratones desmaya
Que moriran seguro si fayan
I ain′t neva scared you heard
Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo
Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo
Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo
Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo
Pa′ defenderlo de los enemigos
Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni signo
Pero todo dicen lo mismo
Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron
Un majon, blastin′ all these motherfuckers
Envidiosos, sapos y chotas
Tirale pa′ la cabeza, si se va, no regresa
Eh pa′ que su pandilla sepa
Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa
Y no lloro ni la mama...

[chorus]

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)

(Sen Dog)
Hell nah
You can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em
My rhyme style ?makin turn dropper?
My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like I said before I'm takin you lame whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin
And when you tell me you better bring styles
Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles

(Chorus)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)

(B-Real)
Five roll with the weakest
What you need is ?the chrome plated heater
So you can peep this
Tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in
Sad to see you broken down
Not at least broken in
Can't stop some hill shit
>From comin though
The reality is out with the old
And with the new
Ways and things change
With strange ?haids? of braids shade?
Switch place life and life plays with ?thumb pain?
Does and untrues, the mobb leaves no clues
In the dark confused, we choose to eat you
Out the whole stroke away so I can listen-a
We don't stop if you can't fuck commissioner

(Chorus)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)

(Sen Dog)
Nigga get up on a rhymin (???)
Takin out crews who think they are baddest
Mad dog Sen for real is the maddest
Fuck you punk and you're A&R status
I stand in a zone though I'm never alone
B-Real got my back checkin at your dome
So when it comes down to who's (Spanish)
I'm down for the pound and slangin the (Spanish)
(Whole line in Spanish)
Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show
Remove that sucker and the wack-ass shit
Cause every time I see he's actin like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin down fools in my muthafuckin mission
One by one they'll all come out missin
You can't fuck with this here kid I ain't bitchin

(Chorus)
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me

Lowrider"
(feat. Mellow Man Ace)

(Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X)
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..

(Intro: B-Real + (Mellow Man Ace))
Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

(B-Real)
Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this
You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin you bounce, for many years already
Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti
But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff
Yes my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der)
But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some flowin
I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in
I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der)
You wanna trip? Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged

(Chorus + (Mellow Man Ace))
Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that junk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der)
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three
So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der)
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

(B-Real & Sen Dog)
Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back
Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der)

(Sen Dog)
I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia
Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of that
Makin that feria, spittin that raps
Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle
Cypress Ave, y a pudo les madre (low-ri-der)
Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit
Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick
Whassup ese? What hood you claim?
Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der)
Hands in the air with the pinky rings
Soul Assassins, runnin everything
To all you vatos, make sure you check this
In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der)

(Chorus)

(Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade)
Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der..