Eric Bobo

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]

This is fucking weed is good holmes
Fuck!
You know, the first time i fuckin' blazed up
I was listing to those bopo's Cypress Hill
You ever heard of them holmes?
Ya i heard of em
They fuckin' suck
Are you fuckin stupid eh?
What the fuck are you talking about, those bopo's are feed man eh'
I'm gonna shoot you boy
Shut up
(pop pop!)

Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja

This is for those haters and imitators
Take your medicine you won't like the flavor
The taste ain't sweet we lace that beef
Never forget how we play in the streets
Never forget what you say in the streets
If you talk too loud get laid with the heat
We want that cake and j, you can't stop us
Out the gate we take those dollars
Get a crew while we do us some real shit
Me and the dogs we rock steady pushin' the Hill shit
We flip scripts like dough boys clip bricks
Get money like lottery quick picks
We stick with it and homie i'm quick witted
Still in the game and sane we still spit it
Top level, livin' like a rebel
Settle down bitch while we skip that medal

Remember when you motherfuckers
Tried to take what's mine
Nigga's left me for dead
But i'll never forget
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)

I came up in the game doin' my thang for the flava
Never thought game gang, bangin' on the haters
They used to gangbang on the corner black came out
Drop on the world was a big flame out
I remember when you niggas used to front on me
Everywhere I ride kept the gun on me
I only used to listen to my one OG,
He said get money but stay low key
So its a payback, with pain in the back
The whole world gettin' high
When I say it on the track
And I say it with a gap
To hit em up with
All it takes is one hit and you never forget
Smoke ont he Hill
Wanna kill the whole spliff
Fuckin' shot we takin' the whole thing
Remember we don't miss

Remember when you motherfuckers
Tried to take what's mine
Nigga's left me for dead
But i'll never forget
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)
Payback!
(bang bang)

Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja
Bang bang
Ganja [x2]

[feat. Mike Shinoda]

[B-Real]?I was an outcast, outsider,?Trouble maker?A lost soul, outta control,?In danger?Didn't have a care in the world?My feeling were numb?Never showing emotion?Is easy for some?I don't know how it happened?How I got to this point?But I needed a way out?I was stuck in a void?I needed another path or I'd self destruct?I was down on my luck?My head was so f-cked!?A menace rollin' the streets is what I was?Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs?You couldn't tell me a thing,?I was like my brother,?Words went in one ear and out the other?Slangin' and bangin',?With a chip on my shoulder?An insane, hit the brain?Certified street soldier?So close to the grave,?You at an early age,?Can't tell you the price I've paid??[Mike Shinoda - Chorus]?Oh the sky overhead,?Is like a canvas of grey?I dunno how much time,?I'm begginin' to save?From the first spring to light?To the end of the day?I'm just livin', my life?'Till they come carry me away??[Sen Dog]?I've been there in LA nights?In the block where I came up?My pops used to hate?When we hanged with them bangers?Guess he knew one day that we'll become us?That's just how it is when you live where we come from?"Fight, don't run"?Is the motto we live by?Get 'em on the ground?And stomp a mind about ten times?Sure we was just kids back then?I had no remorse for what we did back then?Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in?Hit the strip, and go and get the sh-t crack in?Gun wars, and drug deals, I seen 'em happen?When I started losin' home boys I wasn't laughin'?I looked all around and seen,?None of 'em there?That's when I figured out,?That nobody cared?If we lived or die,?We'll just get high and ride?And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time??[Chorus]??[B-Real]?My mother was there for me?Every step of the way?She did'nt judge me?She told me I'd win some day?When I was at my lowest?When I had no focus?She pulled me out the gutter?Said I wasn't hopeless?Every night she prayed for me?I was out on the street?Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat?Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes?It's an every day hazard when you hustle for doe?So many nights I didn't come home,?She thought the worst?Maybe somebody shot me down?Without any remorse?Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell?Well I regret all those time that I put her through hell?When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches?And everybody I lost or let down,?I wish I could take it all back?And make it better but I can't,?So I try to make amends?And be there, through thick and thin??[Chorus]??[Mike Shinoda]?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?Come carry me away?[End]

(this bout is for the heavyweight championship of the world i give you the one and only cypress hill)

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot another round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

Straight up we raise up
been around for awhile
we still blaze up
And haters pay up
I lay up in the cemetary
bow down son, it's customary
We show up and blow up
Take over the whole show
then it's over
You know what
Feels good to throwin' bones and such
Let lemme burn this track so I can light your blunts (light em up)
east coast west coast we mash up
down south overseas we cash em
in a whip we bunk homie stand up
we back on the block get your hands up
get dazed up and baked up
one little hit from the kush you're spaced out
and fade out
get 'em up
get 'em up
get 'em up now
all the people in the back come on up now

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot around round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

Take notes we make notes
we livin that real shit boy no fake hoes
you konw we break through
tear open the fuckin coffin
no stoppin so take precaution
get high strung and die young
But I'll calm you down with whats in my lungs
scared to try some put you in a state of bliss
need some homie i give you a hit
gangsters hustlers we play rough
everybody wanna talk we don't say much
we roll so thick that you hate us
you plan an attack on the caper
one crime its all time
never givin in cuz we ride the hardline
watch the starshine
we bring the whole house down
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot around round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

(In the green corner undefeated as a professional is the one and only sen dog!)

get cracked spit nice
go in all in the paint
you just get by
see me get high
puffing like mr. marley
hear his twitches in the low low of who's a harley
we hang out and bang out
all you scatter
when i pull my thing out and ring out
you don't know me i shout my name out
try to test me boy i blow your brains out
eastside westside we get em up
any enemies guess who set em up
you afraid of me guess who let me up
take my stack see who wet em up
tengo mi fierro
no te olvides,soy pistolero
te quemo!
and we'll smoke up all your ashes up
throw em up
smoke em up
get em up!

I say get down with us
Go smoke a pound with us
Shoot around round with us
Welcome to bounce with us

Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up now [x2]

{the winner by knockout the 17 time world champion the better ace of the stage the one and only the kushstav the hashstav Cypress Hill!!!
hill
hill..
hill..)

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
I'mma do my thing, let me tell you right now
Cuz I don’t know any other way of livin' my life now
Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble
Some of you hustle and some of you just lookin’ for trouble
(some of you just lookin' for trouble!)
I don’t follow or lead, tomorrow's a dream
Pray to God to intervine on all the sorrow I've seen (U Know I mean?)
You want out of here, you can leave when you wanna
Nothin' can stop you if that’s your type of persona (Persona!)
Life is short enough don’t make me say it 10 times (10Times!)
I'll kick over for mine even in the end times (Times)
I can beat the system, come on, let’s say it with me
Show me some optimism, we can take over the city (We can take over the city!)

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
Real life represent the scams since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grindin' out around the way
Can’t stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won’t give it, but I did it anyway
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
I'mma get it anyway x2
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
I'mma get it anyway x2

[Sen Dog:]
There comes a time in your life, you gotta go for yours
Stay invaders like the battle of forever more
I stay pedal to the metal foot on the floor
I'mma keep on the streets, knockin' down your doors
I'm by the dollar, like everybody oughtta be
Don't burn nobody and make the money honestly
Open your home with the internet technology
I get it anyway just by the [?] economy
See I ain't coughin' unless it makes a profit
I'm droppin' it so hot, chick, like everyday gossip
Regardless of the climate, I'm gonna get it every day
Even if the bullets spray, I'm gonna get it anyway

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
This is for my real life represent the scams since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grindin' out around the way
Can't stop, gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won't give it but I did it anyway
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
I'mma get it anyway x2
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
I'mma get it anyway x2

[Sen Dog (B-Real):]
Sing
(La, la, la, la, la)
You know we blazin' up that
(La, la, la, la, la)
All around the world
(La, la, la, la, la)
Our peoples gettin' money
(La, la, la, la, la)
Let me hear you sing

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
So let 'em hear the cellar by, [?] the collar
Makin' it harder for you to wanna make an honest dollar
You wanna sip a little to make your pain numb
Tippin' that bottle got you forgettin' where you came from (Forgettin' where you came from!)
But I'm the same one, where you think my name's from?
I'mma keep it movin' and never stop till the game's done (Never stop till the game's done!)
Forever we live it, forever we spit it, remember the minute
You witnessed the realest that ever did it (Quit it!)
Still I'm committed, no matter what I hear from the critic
People can see through a gimmick, I'm puttin' on a clinic (I'm puttin' on a clinic!)
We a troubled times, swervin' through the double lines
You're in a head on collision 'cause now you servin' time (Now you servin' time!)

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
This is for my real life represent the scams since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grindin' out around the way
Can't stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won't give it (Come on!), but I did it anyway
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway x2
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway x2

[Sen Dog (B-Real):]
Sing!
(La la la la la)
You know we blazin up that
(La la la la la)
All around the world
(La la la la la)
Our peoples getting money
(La la la la la)
Let me hear you sing!
(x3)

Came back to life, for your protection
Back the dead of resurrection
We came to change the whole completion
Take this game a new direction

Last stop when the gas popped
When the Kush blows free
And the low-lows drop
To photo-opt
No flash
We smash
Get cash
Cash out the fuckin spot

Ita?˙s a new day to bill
Expect the hill
We grab the bill
The trip is real
Dona?˙t make pull out the steal link
Cause all the commotion
And emotions kill

Heat-seekers, if the come seekers
Serve your asses through the big speakers
Anyone, anywhere, we on jack
Blowing up another spot with the contract

Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Kill em up
Tear em up
Put him down

Jump jump jump jump
If he acts tough
Shut him up
Put him down

Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Getting high
Let him ride
Put him down

Jump jump jump jump
If you dona?˙t give a fuck
Blow him up
Put him down

The fear factor
The peri-actor
Adrenalin maxed in bringing the raptor
We cap it and coming at ya
Studio gangsters applying the actra

Still print that real shit
I'm the dog in the cup
And real hard to deal with
How long have we heard you down
And broke down doors with the grimey sound

No surrender, we push and enter
Take over the scene and blaze the green
Put a chill through ya body
When you saw my teeth
Find yourself in the middle
Where the pink convenes

Dont slip on the misfits
Coz the minute you popshit
The mic gets twisted
Anytime, anywhere we blast off
The right start as parted your ass off

Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Kill em up
Tear em up
Put him down

Jump jump jump jump
If he acts tough
Shut him up
Put him down

Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Getting high
Let him ride
Put him down

Jump jump jump jump
If you dont give a fuck
Blow him up
Put him down

We blow smoke in the air to fill the nation
Getting you high no hesitation
So hard to charge, no complication
Take another hit for respiration
Legalise dona?˙t criticize
Coz one day you might understand who to symbolise
Any man, any woman gotta like that
First trying put a cape, gotta fight back

Let strip shows, like flip mode
We make you bounce on the track
With sick flows and kick toe
Dont trip in the marsh pit
Its a danger to spray just for salts on toxic
We're phenomenal, so unstoppable
UNLIMITED, your just comical
Stay back, with slate jack (way back)
Payback's a bitch and we know how to play that

Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Kill em up
Tear em up
Put him down

Jump jump jump jump
If he acts tough
Shut him up
Put him down

Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Getting high
Let him ride
Put him down

Jump jump jump jump
If you dont give a fuck
Blow him up
Put him down

Kill em up
Tear em up
Put em down

If he acts tough
Shut em up
Put em down

Getting high
Let em ride
Put em down

If you dont give a fuck
Blow em up
Put him down

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