PIGS

"...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?


HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN

"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?"


HAND ON THE PUMP

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

[Sen Dog] Gangster Red, whassup yo?
[Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang

Verse One: B-Real

Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
(Boo-yaa!!)Spittin out buckshots
Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig
Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco
Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

A hole in your head
A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head
In your head!
A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head
You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head
Huh!/In your head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head

Verse Two: B-Real

Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin
See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in
I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin
Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin
Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag
But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?
It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome
Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!
Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin
Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner
And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner
Still had the forty, comin at the alley
Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink
In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right
Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on
That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)
A to the motherfuckin K!(You know whassup Sen)
Get your ass down!And by the way

Chorus

A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all
Scooby Doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all
Doobie doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!
Scooby Doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all

Verse Three: B-Real

Six rollin up and now he's really baffled
Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up)
Beat down (down) on the way to the station
Gaffled up from a false accusation
Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the
attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined
Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya
Wet ya, you know homes the picture
(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)
Broomstick up your ass
And by the way, you get

Chorus 2X

[Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up
This is hell boy
[Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang... straight up!It's a Tribe thang
[Sen Dog] What side is that Red?
[B-Real]Can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it


ULTRAVIOLET DREAMS

Ultraviolet dreams
Take a hit of that stuff
Ultraviolet dreams
That's some good shit man!
Stuff should light now
Oh that shit's good man!
Ultraviolet dreams
It's like the biggest joint man
(Oh no!)
That's the hook up!
Ultraviolet dreams
Hook up, this is!
(Pass that shit homey)
Pass it around
(That stuff right there)
Ultraviolet dreams
Orderly, hey I'm holdin it
Let me see that
Ultraviolet dreams
That's some good shit man!
God damn!
Feed me
That's some good shit
*inhales, exhales*


THE PHUNKY FEEL ONE

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

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


STONED IS THE WAY OF THE WALK

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"


LATIN LINGO

("Bad, let's start the fuckin show, ah?")

[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


TRES EQUIS

Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina
Tremendos cocos y tambien es linda
A esta me la cojo, en la cosina
Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga
Yo le dije, dame tu bollo
Me dice negro loco, tu no hueles mi rollo
A mi me importa, un carajo
A mi cuarto a meterte un palo
Por tu culo, o por tu chocha
Ya tu sabes que no me importa
Y ella me dice sedencito
Yo pienso que eres bien rico
Cuando me toca por mi frente
Ya tu me tienes bien caliente
Cuando me toca por de atras
Ya tu sabes sin parar
Acabe de zingar y me levante
Fui al bano y me bane
Sali del cuarto y me esperaba
Con los ojos negros y bonita cara
Me pongo mi camisa y mi pantalon
Sonrie y me dice, negro sedenton

"Estaba fina.Esta muchacha estaba chanpira.Cuando se lo meti, Cuando se
lo meti.Grito papi!Estaba del carajo brother.Olvidate olvidate.Nunca
habia zingado yo como zinge esa ves.Estaba fina"


BORN TO GET BUSY

[Cypress] Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 2X

[Sen Dog]
I'm the the stiff and I do get nice-r
Up the pussy when we in the same party, what
We can do this bro, we can't be maxin
The figures is useless, unless we're taxin
This is a perfection and my tribe's the cash dump
Known as a musician, imitator act up
Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task
And I set out from the beginning, to kick on the scratch
Using modern technique, I place a beat in a rap
I went to learn acquire knowledge of a scholar went to college, all
Comes very handy when it comes to pushin shovin and stuff
Then ask who is he though, I'm not the sissy
I'm stiff to neutral brother, and I'm born to get busy

[B-Real]
Let us start to freak you and we'll make you feel alright
When you come to Cypress HIll make sure that you're down with the tribe
Cause we're born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 3X
B-b-b-b-busy!
(Yeaaaahhhaaaahaha, yeah!)

[Sen Dog]
As I stroll the ever ways of the buddha masters
As I smoke my joint I feel one with the earth
But a brother like me keeps on walkin to get to the
next sign then blaze the next joint...

*short pause, then outro comes on over "Stoned" instrumental*

The, physical effects of marijuana
The first sensations may be felt instantly after having smoked grass
or an hour after having eaten
Usually, they creep slowly into this stoned condition
Inch by inch, sliding upward, but to beatnik
The effects may come upon you, suddenly, and startle you full force
(The, physical effects of marijuana)
(There are four basic types of marijuana)
Pyschologically, sometimes the early psychological stages
coincide with the early physical stages experienced while stoned
The famous "mind expansion" comes after the famous physical sensation
Grass, heightens and distorts
For example, profound revelations
You may THINK you have profound revelations, only to discover...
*music and fade obscure final words*