Muggs

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
(Take me home) Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
(Take me home) Oh, won’t you please take me home
Just an urchin livin’ under the street,I’m a hard case that’s tough to beat
I’m your charity case, so buy me somethin’ to eat, I’ll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Ragz to richez or so they say, ya gotta-keep pushin’ for the fortune and fame
It’s all a gamble when it’s just a game, ya treat it like a capital crime
Everybody’s doing their time
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Strapped in the chair of the city gas chamber
Why I’m here I can’t quite remember
The surgeon general says it’s hazardous to breathe
I’d have another cigarette but I can’t see
Tell me who you’re gonna believe
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home, yeah yeah
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home yeah
So far away, so far away, so far away, so far away
Captain America’s been torn apart
Now he’s a court jester with a broken heart
He said- turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losin’ my mind- “Are you blind?”
I’ve seen it all a million times
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home yeah yeah
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home yeah yeah
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home Oh, won’t you please take me home
Oh I wanna go, I wanna go, oh won’t you please take me home
Oh won’t you please take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home

Ay Caribe tierra de mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien empieza
(Es mala por la gana)
Yo naci con sangre taina, yo naci

Came out the other man
Southern land
Didn't have another hand
Never had another plan
I'm different to the mother land
Some will get a summer tan
It's hotter than a summer jam
Live for today
Cause you'll never gettin another chance
I ain't trippin off the he say and she say
Cause we say ****
And pass me a cuba libre
That's what we want
Don't front
I could see ya but
You don't want to see the cold heap up front
How we blow it up
We came to blow it up, hit the spot
So we're done
Representin' in, blowin up
That's how we show the love
That's how we pass up all this **** that
We know gon' come
It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won

[chorus]

Latino hasta la muerte
Chicos they working hard
Bout the noise,
Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God
Little Cuban from Miami coulda took that coke
Marinero pasero con clinicas
Santeros con muera
Que dicen que pueden cura la abuela
Ya'll like scarface,
I'm more like sosa
Cypress hill pretty flaco
It's our culture
From cali to the crib, crib
Me in miami
Thank god I'm doin music
If not I'd be tying families
I'm not a asshole(oh no)
About my cash flow
Let me take this ****
And send this letter off to Castro
Ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.

[chorus]

We way to hot
Always comin up with something clever
A costa lostra
Cypress hill maca fera
Feelin fancy in the hip throne, guayabera
And we just clowning
On what we call some, money-lera
Call me sammy
Wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I'm straight cuban-ichi
I bang Pina del Rio
Lockin up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I'm gonna rap over it
Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here
Yes sir I gotta go
Get me some Chiva's Regal
And slap me some dominos

[chorus]

Living in the big city
The American dream
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn Im on a mission for more
But I aint selling my soul
With the dope theres no girl
Im on a one way box to the top
Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block
Im in the fast lane and I wont stop
You aint nothing but talk
You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It aint for the weak
Got my roddy gangster that came off the street
Im trying to keep the peace
but I gotta keep my pace
Got these drunk police
Want me all rappy
And Im searching for the higher ground
I want my head in the sky
So high that I cant come down
Leave your lies in every town across the nation
Cause you can never stop to play
Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top)
Cant stop(How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top)
Cant stop(How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up(Rise Up)
Rise Up(Rise Up)
Rise Up(Rise Up)
How high can you get?
Cruising in the drop chevy
Got my foot on the floor
Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy
You wanna look inside
And see whos crossing the brine
Curiosity is killing you
With stick in the prime
I get high from the brim in the set
Never gripping the square
But all you haters couldnt hold my.
Dont need a clip for my ? straight
You should leave it alone
And check your toe cause my line will spit
This right heres as high as it gets
Somebody likes it..the hell
Cause you stepped on the sex
But guess who will show you,you gotta pass the check
Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets
You came,for me Im the best
And you can keep the dress
Cause Im smoke at the less
Turn a step back Im tired of getting pushed
Gotta rise up to the top(to the top)
Cant stop(How high can you get?)
Gotta rise up to the top(to the top)
Cant stop(How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up(Rise Up)
Rise Up(Rise Up)
Rise Up(Rise Up)
How high can you get?
I go psycho
Crazy Michael Myers
Except the stages on fire going higher
Cause when I lean on a flyer
Theres so much more to make the whole city rise
This defines a man to get the whole world lifted
Wall man trying to make a land with a mission
Theres no way you can stand in this position
You cant take the heat get the f*ck about the tension
Go with the will to hustle,you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle
Were going to world top,homeboy this is the show
We gotta blow up the stage be out the doorSometimes we all nedd an escape
So when we form our track
Well get your mind while we get the stat
I made a pack with a crew on the hill
We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill
Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top)
Cant stop(How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up(to the top,to the top)
Cant stop(How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up(Rise Up)
Rise Up(Rise Up)
Rise Up(Rise Up)
How high can you get?

I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for face time
Get your own tape but don't bother to chase mine

I got a block, man, we havin' a great time
You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9

Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find they can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same time
Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save time

Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind
Put you in the bind from the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up
Git it, you gotta get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

I'm right here on the block
When it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down
Come up in our town and you're pissin' a fourth now

Got four ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with is strapped
Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools?
Try disrespectin', my Smith & Wesson is endin' you

And I ain't changed since back in the day
Get your shit split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your place
'Cause your little ass name don't hold no weight

And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get your asses denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake, I'mma send you to your grave

You wanna step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up
Git it, you gotta get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Backed up, backed up, backed
Backed up, backed up, backed
Backed up, backed up, backed
Backed up and you bound to get hurt

I'm a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us

Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies covered
It's gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops
All bullshit will stop

A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime but I won't blink
We go against everything, smoke all the green
Got the low wrong swingin', ain't nothing to me

We put it down anywhere like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your straps up
Git it, you gotta get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up