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Well I'm an alley cat Some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat See I'm all of that Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride I'm not a bad guy But I'm the funky feel one Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun Here I come son Yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little faster Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya With my Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace Oh, how they want to pass a sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed So now the nigga's hist' Rude and crude like a pitbull Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns Get your face down! Put me in chains Try to beat my brains I can get out, but the grudge remains When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya Gatt ya Fucking do ya Shotgun goes boo-ya! Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit, Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with 'Cause I'm the chill one Known to get ill when They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind 'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laa Look at all of those funeral cars 'Cause I'm a Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa |
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| 2. |
| 3:17 |
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Yo its time to hurt ah sort of like murder Any punk coming on the hill out of order I ain't a hater but if your an instigator I'll run your ass up with the help of the beta Taking about those with the gaul to act as foes Then I suppose that's how it goes Some didn't know the power of the Afro I slow up, fro up, smoke blunts Deal with the punks Sen: knocks out the front Hear me Sen and can you hear the vocals And can you hear the vocals so I'm not a loco But I'm loco just a poco oh now you can see I'm real great check out the story to the glory of the real estate Check it, I'm fresh on the scene I mean show biz I always come second on the jam Did you notice but this time see I come a little different Change my style around so I could prove I'm gifted Smoke a fat blunt then I feel uplifted Move a little faster into second I shifted So if this jam takes a little loner I be staling (killing) time So the hill could get stronger Rollin' with the mob like we're merging You can't stop some brothers who keep always searching My purpose is to give a suck a duck service You heard this now run along and get nervous So who knows the dog when he doesn't have a leash It's like running down the street with some meat gone Oh now you can see I'm real great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate Check out the real estate Your a ham boy no you ain't flamboyant ain't paid apply for unemboyment But there's no help wanted so punk keep looking Ain't surprised you got your girl hooking Doin' that do low but you still can't do no damage homes Cause you really can't manage to handle a gang of niggers Running like Randall Funeral arrangements whole lot of candles Hectic dialectic funk Buddha vocalistic accurate shooter Duck down homes hit the ground that's what you get when You ---- with the brown oh now you can see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory to the real estate |
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Here is something you can't understand "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! |
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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric damn the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' it's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh bro, I got ta' maintain cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane chorus: insane in da membrane insane in da brain! (repeat 4x) Do my shit undercover now it's time for for the blubba blaba to watch dat belly get fatter fat boy on a diet don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass leavin' your face in the grass you know I don't take a chulo lightly punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow my house down and undrground to the next town they get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the night loose scared yes I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream hide from the red light beam now do you believe in the unseen look, but don't make you eyes strain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus |
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| 5. |
| 2:34 |
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"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, and a possible male black. They have their vehic' er van parked outside..." This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my Homeboy So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation This pig he is the chief Got a brother pig Captain O'Malley He's got a son that's a pig too He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley This pig is known as a Narco If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be This pig he's a fuckin' fag So all his homepigs they call him a pussy Well this pig he's really cool So in this class we know he rides all alone Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home This pig he's a big punk And I know that he can't stand the sight of me 'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society This pig works for the mafia Makin' some money off crack But this little pig got caught So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back 'Cause once he gets to the Pen They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest To protect him from some mad nigga Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest An' it's all about breakin' off sausage Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine? Niggas wanna do him in the ass Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line That fuckin' pig Look what he got himself into Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta this little punk Anybody like pork-chops? How 'bout a ham sandwich? How 'bout a ham sandwich? |
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| 6. |
| 8:02 |
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[b-real] I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today So many different attitudes, that i come across I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, i'm frustrated, i hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why Don't i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin shame, i don't wanna live, i paint the wall With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all The eye of the pig * dj muggs cuts and scratches 'this pig' from _pigs_ * I've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say That i'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers i put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? Fuck, i need a drink, and i'm almost off At the precinct, it's like an aa meeting all gone wrong I.a. got an eye, on my close friend guy For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other We went through the academy, just like frat brothers Midnight, ? left on my shift Think i'll get my dick sucked by this basshead bitch My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers I recall, happier times, before the fall Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all ... long interlude ... Now i'm on my way, back to the station to check out So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt Look into the eye of the pig, i'm all fucked No longer can i determine, who's the criminal From the innocent man down, to the pedophile No one gives a fuck about me, i'm slippin Into darkness, i'm comin to grips and feelin heartless Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside "pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.." .. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position Don't move, or i'm gonna blast your fuckin head off Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off Don't give me that bullshit, i've heard about your raps All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps Ok, mr. freeload, get the fuck out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny Hit the fuckin floor, i need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause You find it funny? get that smile off your face Motherfucker take this *beatdown ensues as words fade* |
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| 7. |
| 3:44 |
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I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken get paranoid when you hear the glock clikin'. Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' with your bitch hair style I'll hit ya like Deacon-Jones house call for DR Bones I'll roll you up, and smoke you like cones, split the seed and grow you like clones don't start me up cuz I'm not the Rolling Stones. But I get stoned with a lil help from my friends with the good belnd, then I pass it round back to you again. I could make you famous like Amos same as the last punk when I stuck the gat up his anus. Hear me growl, uhh, howl I got the night vision like the wise old owl. I'm comin' to fetch ya, yea homes I'll wet ya and burry them bones under my home. and I. "Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action". With my weapon, step into a whole new realm and step back as I take up the helm. On the pirate ship I'm stearin' drop into gear and best realise what you're hearin'. The canon soundin' that's my companions surroundin' as my crew comes poundin'. It's the captain Afro- America a whole lotta gattin' with the loc-ed out latin. Bust it, yo I'm Red Beard with a musket you better duck Quick cuz you might get dusted. Your gat looks rusted disgusted, oh look away, look away boy as I rush it. Yes I know that you can' withstand it, watch that ass, cuz homie I'll brand it. With a steele toe how you feel though when my boot's stuck in that ass like a dildoe. Cry on the pillow, ya weepin' ass willow the Hill's got the steele for the static like brillow. Huh! watch you btalkin' bout punk give me room as I light up the boom. Cock the hammer raise the white banner, You ever heard a glock go click like a camera? "Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action Cock the hammer/ cock the hammer it's time for action". |
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| 8. |
| 3:30 |
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[Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool! |
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| 9. |
| 4:00 |
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10f2 (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 |
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| 10. |
| 3:37 |
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Zipidi do da zipidi a my oh my I wanna get that punk with my AK. Then get on the way, on the mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay. Fool you can't hang, flashback on the skills when I use to bang, on the corner, I warn ya I'm gonna roll on ya. Fool, hit you with the golden rule. Don't turn your back on the street, when I hit corner feel the concrete. If you push that button like nothin' watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden. Blastin' at these fools with a passion. Look at the clock when its time for some action. (chorous) "Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum" Sunday morning wake up it's stormin' raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin' cats, and dogs, pigs in a wagon, lookin for the afro one that's saggin' Scooby doo and fuck you too, lymie, won't let your punk ass try me. Gonna take more than you, call for back up team, and wait for your crew. Cuz I'm the flippin' keep in the clip by the hip and best watch when your slIppin'. Where did that 22 come from when the bullet pass through my lung. I lost my breath, I'm winded I've been hit by a slugg that was'nt intended. I hear thunder, I wonder if a nigga like me's goin under take a number. (chorous) "Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum" I had a bad dream woke up in a casket, now I can't even get back at the bastard. Bullshit, this pine box ain't strong enuff to contain the afro-locks. Heard a doorbell ring, snapped out the dream. What the fuck's up with the funny red beam? Pointing at me, and I got no strap gee. What now, Gotta duck they're gonna cap me. Dam! I feel numb, where did the shotgun blast come from. "Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum Let the gat hum/ let the gat hum.. Lick a shot So I let the gat hum/ let the gat hum". |
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| 11. |
| 4:56 |
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[B-Real] A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K One, life had begun for the ruffneck kid who was gonna put niggaz in check EIGHTEEN, G, for the green OBSCENE, and it's for the time being I'm pickin nine, hell I'm out to get mine and pick two homies, three com-bine Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo' Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do' A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K [Sen Dog] Couple niggaz from the Eastside, headed EastBOUND Lookin for a pound, to haul around town Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that's what you found That's what you get when you fuck the BROWN DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground What do you know? What - go ah-round come around! Six for the pig, and his punk hound Hail to the king pig, or you get CROWNED Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J [B-Real] A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on.. (It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!) It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on.. (It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!) It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on.. (It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!) [B-Real] Gimme that WEED fool and all your loot too I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew Loaded and cocked for any hardrock If you're takin my weed, I'm takin over your spot Keep your face down as I take your pound Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground (STAY STILL) And don't make a sound as I get out the door, headed Eastbound But, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave) Clip from the nine equals six to the grave A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!) A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K |
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| 13. |
| 2:11 |
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I wanna get high...so high (repeat) Well it's the funkalistic, the blunt I twist it, the slammafied, buddahfied funk on your discus. Oh what you missed us you've got to bare witness catch a hoe and another hoe Merry Christmas. Yes I'll smoke this straight off the roach clip, I wrote shit for the blunted ones to approach it. For one motion make you sway like the ocean the herb is more than just a powerful potion. What's the commotion yo, I'm not fuckin' around people learnin' bout what they smokin'. The oven's on high when I roast a Quale tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale exhale now you feel the funk of the thai when i fell the effects, " I wanna get high...so high (repeat) I wanna get high...so high". |
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| 1:58 |
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Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well it's the alley cat Puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal But yo I ain't all o' that Hit ya with a baseball bat An' ya wanna ill though Wanna mess around ya get bucked on the hill bro Kick it like a steel toe Real slow Hits from the bong Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it with Chong Just like Cheech 'n' Chong frontin' with ice cream Cypress hill is here to give you a nice dream Speak it like a roller and you know its rolled tightly I like a funky beat so why ya tryin' ta fight me Pigs often cite me That's not polite G At any hour of the day you know I might be Harassed by a pig real fast They wanna Rodney King me Always tryin' ta crowd my ass Ain't got no class I hit they ass like the Buddha that's stinky They wanna scruff but they just so rinky-dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen got the Phillie an' he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' at the kufu Make me go cuckoo! Somethin' like loco Then I turn into this loocool Bringin' the beta yeah now the funk's risin' Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen As I kick a drum beat comin' straight from my sinus Crazy nasal vocals can I make the hotties loco I remember Sister Maggie Breasts were kinda saggy Used to sell me buddha out of fucked up little baggies Honey'd up a twenty even when I had no money She said "Pay me back with some Latin dick Sonny" I'd never went out and I don't think I'm gonna Just for some buddha she wanted me to bone her Demeaning You think you know what I'm meaning I got somethin' for the ho's to be scheming On the Buddha Real I took a trip to Hootaville I'll throw you out the door of my big blue Seville Then light another joint This ain't no exploitation For we are the ones stonin' in the ways of the masters Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk "Hit the ass Hit the ass like the buddha that's stinky" |
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| 2:52 |
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Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second, Don't get me wrong it's not a new method, Inhale, Exhale, Just got a ounce in the mail, I like a blunt or a big fat cone, But my double barrel bong is gettin' me stoned, I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it, It smells like shit on the carpet, Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit, Of the skunky funky smelly green shit, Sing my song, puff all night long, As I take Hits from the bong... Hits From The Bong y'all Gonna get high, Hits From The Bong Gonna get high, Hits From The Bong Gonna get high, Hits From The Bong Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong, And then take that finger off of that hole, Plug it, unplug it, Don't straaaain, I love you Mary Jane, She never complains, when I hit Mary, With that flame, I light up the cherry, She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen, Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water, Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it, Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it, Get my four-footer and bring it on... As I take Hits from the bong, Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit Hits From The Bong Can I get a hit Straighten your dick out... Can I get a hit ... |
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[TV Reporter 1] "We understand all of the officers in the Central Division have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically to get into riot gear" [TV Reporter 2] "OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now Tensions are building Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground" ("...Police in riot gear...") "The police are, uh, forming a long line now..." [B-Real] In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait Niggaz been waitin on our release date I know how to pick em up, stick em up Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin shit up Who's on the floor, while the beats break Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop You gotta get the fuck out of the spot Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know Good reigns over evil, how it be though I'm doing it my way, like Carlito Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up Riot....Starter Riot....Starter Come on [Sen Dog] "Yeah...move it to the side Cypress Hill coming through once again Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine Forever baby, come again now!" [B-Real] People like talkin, but can't walk a mile Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style I start the riot up, fire it up Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo don't move unless you feelin the whole move Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room Still no real souls, heal those through real shows Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall People never answer their call, they fall slow When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Come on [Sen Dog] "Yo, get the fuck up out the stage We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker Yo, move the fuck out kid We gonna tear this shit up Hit that breakdown, homie!" [B-Real] Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon No delay on the mission, I breathe calm Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo Dope shit, my position remains firm Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it When the stoned of Soul comin to return Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Riot...Starter Come on [Sen Dog] "Yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man You got to move motherfucker, you got to move You gotta make shit happen Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin? Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country Whereever you at, yo check this shit out We comin hard baby, we bringin it live We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it As long you get out the fuckin way, let Cypress come through Woooorrrdd, yeah We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter! We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit Riot Starteeerrrrr! |
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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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1st verse -- Senen
Here we go yall its that nigga hecta lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector got my eye on the money apparatus like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it Turn around spin see your face and jab it Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel For real penitentiary steel Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild Or breakfool for awhile 2nd verse -- B Real Look, look, look everywhere you get shook, from the pawn takin out the rook all by the book. Lives get took and takin you're pulsating, you Can't breath no need to look up and see me. Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the hype shit you call the Hill put it together. Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit, over the Hill and through the city we come equipt. To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls. Makin you roll late night, you're trippin my games tight. With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype. So push that shit up, get up don't let up. No matter how much blood you spit up. You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb. the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung. We hit hard breakin you guard you can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell the pawns fell. (Hook) Check mate fool, Hang 'em high. Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try. Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all, check mate fool where ever the pawns fall....(repeat) I'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk I'm a kill all junk With a suicide punk Ain't nobody came my way Talkin' bout the Westide of LA So whatever punk ass Click you claim Keep poppin that shit And I'm a bent you frame 'Cause I want that Big time asshole Studio gangsta Woof all of that shit But left out the main factor My nigga Sen's, rollin again remember when, we rocked shows battling foes, the time's been long. Strong with the styles you're in hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen the ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain. The hot flash got you heated, with repeated attacks over the tracks smack niggas up, back niggas up, hack niggas up, jack niggas up, hangin the whack niggas up. Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK). |
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