Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill (1999) by Cypress Hill (보컬) on maniadb.com

"...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?

"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?"

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

Hole In The Head
Cypress Hill Musik

Mad man's gonna gat ya, quick with a quete
you see a game, no thee ain't no jugete
roll it like a psycho with the windows rolled down
who you lookin at, you tryin to play me clown.
Plato, simon you want static
while you reach for your gat to load the automatic.
BOOYAA, spittin out buck shots, boy me say blood clot,
now you can call a pig.
Cuz no one can handle ajuanta el loco
insane in the brain you get the bullet.


"And a hole on the head , a fuckin hole in you r head
a hole in your head, a hole in your head.
You get a hole in your head, in your mother fuckin head
a hole in the head, a hole in the head".


8 barrles pumpin, system thumpin
see a fine hyna come on baby jumpin.
aste paca here let me tell you something
you and me ruca we should be humpin.
If honew likes the mack homies got her in the bag
but there's vatos rollin up and they're stickin out their flag.
He jumpins out with a sag, a where you from homes
it's on, he sees him reachin for his chrome
buck shot to the dome jumps in the brougham
honey's in the back, but she just wants to go home.
But he dips to the store, homeboy needs a 40
whiteboy at the counters thinkin oh lordie lordie.
Pushin on a botton panickin for nothin
pigs on the way hey yo I smell bacon.
Dips out the store one-time hits the corner
then he hits the fuckin alley like if homes was Pop Warner
Still had the 40 comin out the alley
seen the chief son pig officer O Malley
In a black -n- white thinkin he's gonna jack 'em right
wrong, it's gonna be on that pig better saca la chrome.


And by the way you get a hole on the head , a fuckin hole in
your head
a hole in your head, a hole in your head.
You get a hole in your head, in your mother fuckin head
a hole in the head, a hole in the head".


Pigs rollin up and now he's really baffled
brothas thinkin dam I never got that gaffled.
Beat down all the way to the station
gaffled up from a false accusation
on to the pen, you know homes the pinta
where the attitudes are flyin and the punks will be dyin
made a comb to a shank I'm gonna stick ya
get with ya you know homes the picture.


you get a hole on the head , a fuckin hole in your head
a hole in your head, a hole in your head.
You get a hole in your head, in your mother fuckin head
a hole in the head, a hole in the head".

[B-Real]
Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard
Dwellin your cells up, lungs start to swell up
Your pipe's gettin crowded, yo just forget about it
Me, is potent, so bring an opponent
You could suck on it, shit I know you wanted to

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
[Sen] B-Real, light another

[B-Real]
I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette
How could you figure, or even, consider that
I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed
?, hash spliff this tweed
actin type of stylin, how do you spell it
Take a hit from outta New York into Phillie
Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out
Now do you really think you can take the red out and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
[Sen] B-Real, light another

[B-Real]
Spliff, aiyya, ?, vaya
Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire
You can't get higher, when you turn me off and
.. aiyyo, pussy stop coughin
You're wastin the lingo, soon all the sack's gone
He'll take this bounty rhyme for you to stack on
Anyway you have it, you love me like Mary Jane
or a 40 to the head, like my brother Kenny Wayne
You need to inhale, musical paraphen'
Yes musical, Muggs fixed the trend
Ahhh, just like a head
Brain cells get lit, but I'm the joint you can't grip
Through, your finger, I'll start to sting ya
So just hear my words linger and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
Yo Muggs, light another!

..

[B-Real]
Put me in the bamboo, with just a tape deck
? like brother, rewinds the cassette
Was it, because it's funky that ya loves it?
(Yeah man) Here's another lyric, go puff it
Don't choke off, the hype or croak off
When you blow the smoke off, hold until I get off
or turn off the fat joint, wanna hit that joint
Here is the flat point, I rob it at gun point
I'm, the High Times, you get through my rhymes
Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline
You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
I'll just, light another

[Cypress Hill]
Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
Yo, light another

You wanna feel the effects of the high?
You wanna feel the effects of the high?
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
Aiyyo, light another

You wanna feel the effects of the high?
Can you feel the effects of the high? Can you feel it?
I feel the effects of the high -- yo can you feel it?
Yo light that motherfucker up man
I know you feel it

Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen
Bout ready to get down?
(repeat 2x)

Ladies and gentlemen

Verse One: B-Real

Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them
Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been
On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin
Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'
Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode
Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit
Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket
Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky
Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town
You got to relax, we got to kick back
Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack
As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook
Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black

Chorus: B-Real

Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One

Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real

Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop
Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest
Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard
It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you

With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand
Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man
With the greater lyric, if you can spare it
Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit
So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black

Chorus

Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog

Standin on the corner, close to the real estate
Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate
Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take
Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight
There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght
Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed
Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker
But that's another story black

Chorus: (together)

Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill!
(repeat 13X to fade)

[B-Real]
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
some go nut, the power of the last one
slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!

[B-Real]
This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
of a minor ?
All for 47, swung ? eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven
Weak ducks, duckin and buckin
Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit
Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ?
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse
Straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real
Yeah.. get funky, Real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
everything you know, still you can't do no
damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now
the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers
I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
and choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Yo I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin back to the old school
So they keep goin out
Cause they're just not Real
Ha yeah that's right fool

[B-Real]
Yes the master pass, kick your ass
and feel combustion, for the dope blast
Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate

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"

[B-Real]
I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael
+Halloween+ character, or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
See you need the day-ta *, better I say dah-ta * * (data)
You're lookin at the Tribe, and you're a hater
Comin from inside, means I come better
or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket -- I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Psycobetaduckdown baby!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! Huh!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal
rapid-fire petal, funk is makin me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, so here son ?
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Broads swingin off my dick like a chimp, simpin
So what's the story - you come lookin for me?
Better just scatter, or you're gettin leaded
I'm the one who said it, boy it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
Cause I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+, makin you get real loose
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalogue
from what you want me to select
different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
in the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
HEY MAN, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown baby!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo where's the hooda?
Hahaha, funky, yeah
I don't like that crazy shit man..

This is something for the blunted

Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva

[Sen Dog]

Freak to the funk that no-one else is bringing
Sen Dog with the funky bilenge
Yeah that's the nombre, heard the homey
Peace to Mellow and Frost, and the deporte
Sen Dog is not kid from the Telano
I'm down, another fried hispano
One of the many of the latin deseyano [de-say-ahnyo]
And I got plenty for the Jennies tryin to hound dog
But wait, they're clownin on me cause of my language
I have to tell em straight up, it's called spanglish
Now who's on the fiend, gala gringo
Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual

Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog

Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Yeah, funky bilingual!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
It's the latin lingo!

[Sen Dog]

From the entro, when I come in, suckers fronted
They mida, another bilingual from bein a
banga, como ejemplo, check the tempo
Ahh, it's that chingonla instrumental
Ya no usted, como somos
Yo no jovo, I gots the soul dose
And you can hear it, in las skonkas
Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger
Don't be such a leper what chupa la cabeza
Hey homes, pass the cervaza
Before I have to go and push up on your resa
Hmm, she's fine, son que fresca
Here homes have a hit of this yesca
Deep yo enseno [en-senyo] the lingua la prento
Now you know, that I am in the centro
Where you live, si tu puedes
Nowadays you ain't shit without your puentes
Something like it's gangbang, vatos get it BANG BANG
Could of hung out with them now you callin me a insane
Senta la mi cado, senta mi conmigo
Make way, for the the funky bilingual

Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog

Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Funky bilinguals hoe!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
It's the latin lingo, baby!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Funky bilingual...
Some of that old Latin funk, knowhatI'msayin?

[Sen Dog]

(What's up homey? Don't you know me?) Si mon
(Ain't you the brother of the mas pingo?) Straight up
And I'm down with La Raza
Kid Frost got my back, BOO-YAA! in la casa
Cause everyday things get a little crazier
As I step to the microphone area
First I claim my city, pudo los angeles [an-heles]
Yeah (you know homes) that's where the calles is
Vato wouldn't know me, along with the heinas
Catchin all them slippin, for they such a one-timer
So when you see me at the party or the baile
Before I got here I was gaffled in the calle
Troop like a vacho who said I was baracho
Had an attitude, tried to play me macho
Just relax, calmado mijo
Sen Dog with the funky bilingual

Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog

Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual... funky baby!

Yeah, I'd like to send peace, to my homeboy B-Real
Mellow Man Ace, Kid Frost, Ralph M the Mexican
And we're out

[B-Real]
I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
for you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my dick -- bite it
There's nuttin you can do about the real one
It'sa ill sum with the ill juice, I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+
Sen'll +Psycobeta+, blast ya if he hasta
Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Strikin ya (hittin ya) buckin ya (fuckin ya)
Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep PLUCKIN ya
Pickin ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talkin about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X)

[B-Real]
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How bout this mug kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feelin, the chemicals vibin
Are you realizin, that, it's gettin better?
Surprisin you, whether or not, your shit's together
from the high-pitched levels (comin from my rebels)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
ingredients, gettin that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
(Yeah I'm still comin atcha, but you don't need to duck down
Cause this is somethin different than a Psychobetabuckdown!)

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X)

..

[Sen] Kick that shit B-Real!

[B-Real]
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(to get you all jazzed) from here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin (?)
(?) it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin up a list
so you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
if you get too much, and roll it too straight
yo it's a fatal blow, somethin like a ?
Yeah it'll sting ya, (?)
See ya, I'm on it, somethin for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin the buddha thai
Lungs expandin and now you're feelin it
Yeah, the funky cypress hill shit!

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X)

[Sen Dog]
Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina
Tremendos cocos y tambien es linda
A veces me la cojo en la cocina
Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga
Yo le dije dame tu bollo
Me dice negro loco tu no eres mi novio
A mi me importa un carajo
A mi cuarto meterte un palo
Por tu culo o por tu chocha
Y ya tu sabes que no me importa
Y ella me dice Senencito
Yo pienso que tu eres bien rico
Cuando me toca por mi frente
Ya tu me tienes bien caliente
Y cuando me tocas por detras
Ya tu sabes sin parar
Acabe de 'singar' y me levante
Fui al ba? y me ba?
Sali del cuarto y me esperaba
Con los ojos negros y bonita cara
Me pongo mi camisa y mi pantalon
Se rie y me dice: Negro sea dienton...
Uhmmm... estaba fina
Esta muchacha estaba tan pingada
Hay! cuando se lo met?Cuando se lo met? grito: Papi!
Estaba del carajo duro esto
No cuidate cuidate
Nunca habia singao yo como singue esa vez
Ah bueno.... estaba fina...

Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
born to get get busy, we were born to get busy baby.
I'm the stiff and I do get naughty
so up the pussy when you're in the same party
Yo we can do this but we can't be maxxin'
your big ass is useless unless I'm taxin'
This is the productin and my tribe's the cast
I'm known as a musician and by trade I ask
I'm no body's kid brother
that means I work for this task.
I went to school aqquired knowledge
I'm a scholar went to college.
All comes very handy when it comes to push and shovin'
No I'm not a sissy,
so don't ask who is he
I'm Stiff the neutral brother
who was born to get busy.

Let us start to freaky you, and we'll amke you feel alright
when you come to Cypress Hill make sure you're down with the
tribe.

(chorous)

Cuz we're Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
born to get get busy, we were born to get busy baby.
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
born to get get busy, we were born to get busy baby