Intro
Another Victory
(Rap) Superstar
Cuban Necktie
What U Want From Me
Stank Ass Hoe
Highlife
Certified Bomb
Can I Get a Hit
We Live This Shit
Worldwide

Bones CD...

Valley of Chrome
Get Out of My Head
Can't Get the Best of Me
A Man
Dust
(Rock) Superstar

ANOTHER VICTORY

Get ready motherfuckers!
You can't fuck with the [spanish] 
Please no interruptions 
Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun 
Like my rag top six-five 
Smash you with the switches 
The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches 
Why you runnin like bitches 
With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate
Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what 
You want this joint, suck it inhale nut 
Niggas are feelin' this track in Braille, huh 
We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what 
You understand, immitators gotta bail up 
To all the males and females gangin' up 
All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up 
I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up 
Slangin' cuts 

Chorus: 
Your squad against mine 
You're minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse 
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another Victory   

I slay rappers with precision I got vision like Anakin 
You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin 
My high lyrics constantly brain damagin' 
Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin' 
Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics 
That play like a mandolin 
I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' 
I kill flows on tracks who abandonin' 
I eat you like pussy, then take a sample, 
Then spit fire in the places you standin' in 
I take a fool to the Hill 
Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin' 
Now I see your whole brain's scramblin' 
Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga 

Chorus   

I spark cells of a rhythm 
You best listen, get it over with 
Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it 
Bitin' niggas clonin it,
I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it 
Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it 
Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it 
The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it 
You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it 
Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it 
Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it 
Five child in the world who's ropin' it 
Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit 
I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit 
I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch 

Chorus 


(RAP) SUPERSTAR

(Eminem)
Most people don't see how much work is really involved in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until I was actually in it
You really gotta be in it
To understand what it's like
But you always gotta 
People always gotta see your smile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what I'm sayin
No matter what you just been through

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large a big house 5 cars 
The rent charged
Comin up in the world 
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up
Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
To rock crowds make money
Chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
Never the less you gotta 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 your self 
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shits deep
48 tracks
Studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will 
Till he crosses over still
Feelin no hate 
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You wanna be a rap 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 to play
Trapped in what you rappin about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing 
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No women
And everyone shits on your name

(Chorus)
So you wanna be a rap superstar 
And live large
A big house 5 cars 
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house 5 cars 
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

(Noreaga)
When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
Cuz the minute you fall off
They'll find another Noreaga
And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga
And they'll find another B-Real
So you  need to just keep 
Stack your chips up
Do what you gotta do while you're hot
And then fuckin get out the game
Stick to the drug game
And the drug game is even worse
Because if someone jerks you 
You can shoot em and kill me
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

(Eminem)
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything gotta be all good
When you see someone slap hands with em
You know what I'm sayin give em a pound
Or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

(Chorus)

My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonely
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar 
Wit 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 gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from wheezy 
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil

(Chorus)


CUBAN NECKTIE

[Verse 1]
I do it to ya all like in your earhole, cuz
I'ma "Goodfella" just like Deniro, punk
I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh
I get your woman off like Robbie Shapiro, what
You want jellyroll son, I'm a hero, oh
You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then
You say you hate me but you follow my carrer though huh
Wanna see a trick I make you disappear yo, yo
I make it hotter than a fuckin' inferno
Wanna test you comin up shorter than DeVito
I'll scar your face when I cut you like Pacino
You gamble with your life inside of my "Casino"
Hold up I'm runnin shit just like Gambino
I got the hogs sweatin' more than Bob Barino
I switch toungue but it doesn't mean camino
Then I split your back just peep the style I swing yo
Beat your head like a drum 
[SPANISH]
I sit back simply pretend I'm regal
Slay you any style yeah whatever type of lingo
I'm a "Natural Rhyme Killer" like Tarrantino, yeah

[HOOK]
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit

[Verse 2]
Call me breakin' think you know my nigga Dino
With the Ratpack nigga sippin on vino
I give it to you double XXL like Chino
I'm the eastsidah who's reppin Angelino's
I know you trippin but I'm due another single, ha
Treat the music like my honey got a wrinkle, yeah
I got the mushroom lingo
You couldn't hang with a joint from Domingo's
So, you gotta make room when you hear my jingle
Like I crack your head with the bat, big bambino style
You smoked out there in San Bernadino
We fuck shit up with the harcore steelo
Bandito, light your lighter then a keylo
I'm megachron got you wet like a Primo
Cancerous rhyme now that you needin chemo
Peace to my fam out in El Cerino
That's right punk, 
Better watch your back, who's pilin up cochinos

HOOK 2X

[Verse 3]
Killin niggas like a Sicilian named Gino
When your numbers up all my nigga yell regal
You a fine woman, was a fine Phillipino, then
She looked good in the black Benzino, yeah
Yo' style's not yours like Doritos
With the fabulous fall just like the Beatles
Platinum dust oh now you wanna sprinkle, well
I clown niggas much more than Melenko's, heh
For all the wild ones and all my vecino's
Never get your ass caught up with a stank hoe
Pussy weigh deeper than a big fucking zinko
Don't be mad I'm lookin out for my amigo
You wanna copy my style go to Kinko's
Watch me reload it just like Carlito
My style so dope they should label it illegal
You want beef then I call my nigga Steebo
Whip your ass up just like Niccoleo
Sayin my name burst your mark like "Tapateo!", punk
You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it
You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill with it

HOOK 2X


WHAT U WANT FROM ME

Huh
What you want?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me what, tell me what
Want you want from me, huh?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me doggs
Want you want from me?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want from me?

Want you want from me?
Wanna live my life
Drive my car, with my jewels
Now you're holdin my wife
What you got for me? -- FAME!
Opportunity I guess that ain't enough for ya
You want the loot and weed
What you need from me?
To bleed and die quickly
Here I turn my back here's the knife
For you to stick in me
What you do for me?
Stab me in the back (Spanish)
Over little shit you do
Pretty hittin in me
What you done for me?
Robbery (Spanish)
Actin like it was my homie
Just a fuckin phoney
What you see in me?
A weakness so you can damage me
And discarnate me so you can take advantage (yeah)
What you need to see?
The nina milli six-a
Show ya how I don't give a fuck about you
You talk now, what you need to be?
Runnin away from the leader
Before you're gettin warm by my heater

(Chorus)
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?

What you want from me?
Money and the record deal
Free tickets to the shows and the free meal
What you got for me?
Besides your hang ups and sob stories
The violins play 'em baby
What you want to be?
Everything I am now
But you never worked for it
The live it, you fucking gimmick
What you want -- disease?
For me and my homies
Niggaz want to act, damn
You don't even know me
What you need to breathe?
To think it over clearly
You can hear me over the speaker
It's best you don't come near me
What you got for me?
Back up and a lot of weight
But now, you hatin on me
In every single way
What you have with me?
To make me turn the switcher
Funny how money makes a fuckin little picture
What it's got to be?
You get disconnected over methods you choose
To make yourself get ejected

(Chorus)
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?

What you want from me?
Pictures and the demos
You wanna act funny?
And hear my money?
What you got to see?
I need a little privacy
You don't even know of the shit that drivin me
What you need from me?
Someone to put your shit on
Never forget what I've done for you
Before you get on
What you have to be?
True to the family
And fuck 'em and feed 'em
If you ain't understandin me?
What you want to be?
Hard or a pop star
Goin out and doin the same shit
That's a love song
What you want from me?
Nothin but burn riches now
I should snap your jaw
And knock it off the hinges
What you after me?
Doctors and nurses and hearses
And the worst thing you feelin
The blood curses
What you have to be?
Gone another memory
Remember this if I gotta choose over them or me
I'll choose me motherfucker you understand

What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me what you want
What you want from me?
What you want from me?

(Chorus)
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?


STANK ASS HOE

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 
Once again, ha ha ha 
We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 

Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips
Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes
And yo CDs, you see these
Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmitter
I got double platinum records on the wall 
While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
Cats wanna try me, you must be high
Cause you havin fuckin Illusions, no lie, what you usin?
Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it
Any little title you got, I'm takin it
You can't have it, you didn't earn it
Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it
Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?
What role are you playin?  I'm only sayin
You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in
Playin you, playin you, and playin you
Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)

Chorus:
You're a weak ass hoe
Punk slow yo role
You're nothin but a clone
With nothin to show
You're a weak ass hoe
Need a style of your own
You're a weak ass hoe
You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)
Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)
Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)
You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)
You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)

Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine
Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind
Please don't mind me, you'll find me
Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble
Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
I'll be in that corner table wit my homies
Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies
Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic
To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?
Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?
Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone
She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
I don't think so, you stink, hoe
The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe
Please back up, I know you look good
But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)

Chorus:
You're a stank ass hoe
Tryin to get dough
Leave me alone
Cause you can't roll
You're a stank ass hoe
Nut ridin pro
You're a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe
Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)
You can't roll (You can't roll)
You're a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)
You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)

Here goes another example to begin it
With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it
When I look at me, I look and see
How long it took for you to throw the book at me
Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
And put the anti-bacterial assault down
Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess
Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East 

Chorus: 
(Punk ass nigga)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Knockin on my door
Leave me alone
Cause you got no soul
You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
Need to find a place to go
You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Don't touch the microphone
You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
*humming*


HIGHLIFE

I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now
There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down
You label me coldblooded
You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded
You can't cut it 
You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it
Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded
You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day 
So you can walk down the long platinum hallway
But now the fools are minutemade;
they get played for a minute 
then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4!

Chorus: 
You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife

You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy
It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me
That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket
And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it
Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more
hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore
Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it 
Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal 
skills that's criminal - you fake bitches!
You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath 
When you fall feel your knees shatter
The bones breakin with your weak blatter
Pissin on yourself it don't matter
Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date
Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate
to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out
Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!)
What you good for?  Nothin, so be gone suckers
Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers!

Chorus

I live for the highlife, get my mind right
Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights
Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate
See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast 
of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path
You can't help, but inhale and get strong
You need that good shit all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in motion
Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen
But I know, of he who conquers
You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder
I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight
Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife

The highlife - hah, hah 
The highlife yeah

Chorus


CERTIFIED BOMB

Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier
Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb
You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm
Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up
Tagging you toe, zipping you up 
Clipping you up
Mic-cord tripping you up 
You're in the dark with no light and wishing a nigga had lit you up
So much for wishful thinking 
Your body's stinking
You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya

Chorus:
Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb 
Designed to designate all over the tape 
Got my Cuban Puerto Ricans all up in the place 
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out

Call me imperial beatslayer
All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use robbery
I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry
That'll teach you I beat you on every plain
Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain
Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw
I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lot of the thong
Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
So cann it and shut it
I wrote it and bust it because it 
Never gonna be sane for white niggas I don't trust it

Chorus

Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy
Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Oh you got a short memory? 
You wanna render me?
Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?
I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme
Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team
Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythem
And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom
Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
Suckers with no style I hope you get offended
So I can lock your ass up with my jaw clutches
Then my rhymes will catch you cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's

Chorus

Yeah, that's right y'all
Gonna smash you in the face
Who be comming on touching me, getting around me
I'm a bomb you know what I'm saying
I'm ready to go off you know what I'm saying
So many motherfuckers out there talking shit, doing their little thing
It's cool you know what I'm saying, go ahead make you money 
But don't you be comming around me perplexing playing like a bitch 
You know what I'm saying 
Cause I can see your ass right through you know what I'm saying
You're glass homeyboy, you're glass you know what I'm saying
Don't play me too close y'all 
I don't think I like you too much you know what I'm saying
Always kicking it, doing what we do
Trying to act like us, trying to sound like us
You're playing me too close motherfucker
You need to step the fuck on back
Take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from
You're playing me way way too close you know what I'm saying


CAN I GET A HIT

Handle it, handle it
You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete
True, true
You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed
At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs
Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats in background 6X]

You know I hate it when I roll a joint and give it to somebody
Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party
Laughin and gigglin, sippin on a Heinie
Son you need a Tic Tac your breath is gonna blind me
Talkin about you wanna hit, spittin in my eardrum
Oh you new in the cypher, step to the rear son
Still they manage to hit it, and put they grip on it
That's when they wet the tip and put they lips on it
Then when you get it, forget it, it's been wetted
Who gonna hit it now, not me, you got me
Thinkin about these fuckin jokers, double tokers
Smokers who hit it like they suckin a dick, fuckers
Flippin it, lovin it, smokin it to the head
Givin it to me half way down, "thanks again"
Then when you see 'em later smokin they own stash
When you ask 'em for a hit, they say, "sorry this is my last"
I shared some with you, 
"Sorry that's not my problem
Talk to the hand but I got plenty if you wanna buy some"
These people piss me off, this is true indeed
But nothin's worse when someone's askin for some weed
What do I look like a tree where the bud grows
Here pick my left nut and smoke it in the bol
Or better grow your own leave mine alone
Here I'll give you a clone now raise up outta my zone
I know I got the best weed, but don't make me
Make your burnt chest bleed what you need
Is weed etiquette, please don't be offended
Cuz the weed costs money I'm the one who has to spend it
And that's just the way it is man
Y'all motherfuckers need to learn
You just can't come, askin for some shit and not givin none in return
What the fuck is that man? 
We goin into 2000 motherfucker
You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people
Pass it to the left motherfuckers
Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats to the end]


WE LIVE THIS SHIT

Chorus: 
Eastside L.A. 
Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah
We live this shit 
We latin-thug type
Gat-blasters 
WeedsmokersM
oneyholders, that's right

Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
On my side is my ese can't fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro
But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill
Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya 
Ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas

Chorus

Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgun shell 
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
Need this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
Cause I been there 
Done that 
Fool check the format 
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program 
Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

Chorus

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal wit
hCause I'm the ill one 
Oh the cap-peel one
You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one 
Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for survival
Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo
Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there
For all the soldiers, money folders, you're on my shoulders
You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission 

Chorus


Verse 1: 
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what?  You ain't got nothin' to say
I been backin' up east side LA, all day
Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex
Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw

Chorus (2x):
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang with us?  You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

Verse 2:
I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds 
To break out before you resemblin' a dead man
A hole through your headband
My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don't want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom
Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume

Chorus

Verse 3:
Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic

We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'

Chorus


WE LIVE THIS SHIT

Chorus: 
Eastside L.A. 
Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah
We live this shit 

We latin-thug type
Gat-blasters 
Weedsmokers
Moneyholders, that's right

Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack
On my side is my ese can't fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can come on the Hill bro
But if it ain't in peace bro turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk take a ride to the Eastside
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
Fool drop your weapon or I'm comming for the kill
Duck from the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya 
Ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the sewer
Enemy's a viewer I'm sipping on caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas

Chorus

Rhyme for my neighbourhoud banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgunshell 
Singing sad songs for the ones that fell
To me it's kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a little bold 'cause their record went gold
Got him a new ride and up rid it their ho
Need this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers that is twelve times platinum
Cause I been there 
Done that 
Fool check the format 
Sweep you and that bullshit under the doormat
Put it to your grill like I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the program 
Yeah y'all, that big bad Cypress and perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do now huh?

Chorus

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal with
Cause I'm the ill one 
Oh the cap-peel one
You comming round the Hill fucking son I gotta spill one 
Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for survival
Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show yo
Wittnesses cause people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and stay there
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there
For all the soldiers, moneyfolders, you're on my shoulders
You can't hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in opposition
I know you're wishing that I would bow to submission
 
Chorus




VALLEY OF CHROME

You can't hide from the man with the master plan
Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man"
Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn
Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan
You crossed line, time for the light to blind
You can run but I never be far behind
You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid
Cuz the mentality is seek and destroy
Better look around before you come out your door
Cuz shit catches up but you don't want no more
Only time will provide the right sign for real
You might die cuz you hesitate to find the steel

HOOK 2X:
You better never let me catch you alone!
Bring it on, bring it on! Bring it on, bring it on!
You might die in the Valley of Chrome!
Keepin on, keepin on, keep, keep, keepin on!

Listen up mothefuckers I got shit on my mind
The spotlight's on me and it's time to shine
I smack any brat that be jumpin outta line
I smoke any fool try to diss on my rhyme
I get y'all, wearin no can't protect y'all
Wash your brain and have you infiltrate the
Same bunch of suckers that be tryin to hate me
Wanna take me out so they can try and replace me
Fuck what ya heard, have ya seen lately
The size of my clan is improving greatly
No one will hold 'em back, bringin the big heater
Watch a nigga run scared, faster than a cheetah
Speed of light, move faster than sound
But I'm still on they back and I'm gaining much ground

HOOK 2X

No matter what you seen, we still smokin the green
Represent for all the people still a part of the scheme
Playa haters, imitaters wanna roll with the team
But they fade away, hate away, all for the cream
They wanna instigate to get a loss forgot my stake
Take advantage of the rilla, rob killa who scrapes
Cuban motherfuckers who don't know who I am
Better step aside suckers watch the heater expand
Get outta hand, see the light, you and your clan
Better scram outta here before you get slammed
I stand strong, keepin on, when I'm rollin alone
But you sorry bitches hideaway, place unknown

HOOK 4X


GET OUT OF MY HEAD

uh..uh...yeah....
These voices up in my head... 
All these voices up in my head
Makin me dread, when I sleep at night 
Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight 
Visons are changin, engagin, and ragin', 
I'm in a stage and a fight 
Listen, the system is pissin' me off, you wanna feel my pipe 
Fingers pointed, annointed people, day better up to the knight 
Whispers, darkness the hardest, time ain't never gonna feel alright 
Feelin' my soul in the hole, I can't breathe, and I'm frightened for my life 
Think I need help or I dwell in hell, cuz I got a grip too tight! 

(Chorus)
Will you ever get out of my head? 4X 

Through every dimension as tension ahead, I gotta go my main
Dreams are like beans up like coming through my brain, then I know I'm baked
For every single minute that's in it, each and every brand new day
Denial of trial I'm vile, whatever that bullshit they say
I'm sinking so low in my self, help me gain, never give no break
Confusion is usin me sinkin me up, now the sky's all grey
I'm blazin and liftin my mind with kite, let me hit that J
Holding, controlling my self over, but the shit won't stay!

(Chorus) 

Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)


CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME

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)

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)

Nigga get up on a rhymin apparatus
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


A MAN

Don't let nobody treat me like crap
I'm pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs 
The best in these days I smoke on these tracks 
I'm gonna mash your plan for holdin me back  
Jump up rush the office with the gat 
Lettin the niggaz see where my mind is at
Hurry up to the walls see how I react
But I keep comin back and that's for a fact   
I got to be, but no road I got dropped 
And take each day the bullshit don't stop
Got to act with the man cause I don't suck cock
No matter how bad I wanna get to the top
The music go out like a fuckin lot
With the key and the map, I rap and just stop
Come and see me on a Soul Assassins trip 
Hittin stage, generate, pumpin all that…

(Chorus)
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

(Sen Dog)
If y'all ever need help I don't wait
And I come from some shit that's put away
I hit these suckers that think they so great
Still a nigga die, so they can update
No matter how you try you'll always be fate
Breakin off chunks off of what I create
I see that liquorice all over your face 
Backstab a nigga in the mist of the chase
Fuck the bullshit let's get to the bottom
Stompin punk styles, agin rock got em
Only thing I don't wanna say when I drop em
Loadin my shells so don't try to hock em
Hittin the mic with the jig-ass beats
Bite my style, is the only way to compete
Smoke anybody if I ever see
And anybody else that wanna fuck with me 

(Chorus)
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVERWANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!

(Sen Dog)
I sing funky-ass shit that I bring
Bitches jump a lot when I do my thing
Check it out y'all ain't no one nicer 
Got it goin on with the mighty wanna cipher
Got a women crazy when I beg
And hip-hop styles with the SS thing
Trust no one ain't nobody your friend 
Cause this business hear all about to end
Don't mean comin back when they bust the raps
And all the little things of the nicer tracks 
Hangin out in this uniform
Keep what I'm doin here all night long
Is to keep it goin, bring the thunder and pain
Ain't bitches same since I went insane
Fuckin with these bitches up in this game 
To the posse on my fuckin train

(Chorus)
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!
YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME
I AM EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANT TO BE
A FUCKIN MAN!


DUST

When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team
looking for theme between cracks searching for cream
physical image can never be lost
never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own
suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images of plastic
material whenever your ready your steady rolling with deadly and friendly
territorial glorious story you've heard nothing but bull for me
Comming from ghetto the güero the heart in the metal
settle for gas as we passing you fast in the pedal
head to the floor and the horror is starting to pour 
everything I just threatened your blood you can't take it no more
why did you try to forget it I said it to FUCK OFF!! 
now you'll be headed said I'm making you try to do laws
that's what you get for faking it hot and no more 
living I'm sucker I'm pushing the bomb.

Chorus:

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want
it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust.

City is loaded with snakes serpents who come and they take
pieces of those who they break bodies are found in the lake
only the victims its pass you thought that you gonna last
pockets all over the cash now that you're actually grass
high kids taking and sliping away
look at you tricking and sipping its clicking the trigger 
and so is your place
only the strong will survive hoping to keep 'em alive
I'll never be denied watch on who you can find
People around and they're proud looking for those 
who obye dying like these killas defy so I keep up the withdrawl
join fucking with the pace your just a waste in my face
hit you in base in your case if all you want is a taste
even the lemo the rebel bringing the metal in temple
so many rebels incredible time we battle 
looking for action don't judge us avenge us redempt us 
don't give me negligence your all though in time no revenges

Chorus:
Do what you want do what you need the hardcore
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want
it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust.

Under the heavens we representing directions of flesh and feeling the heat
the tension now dissin' we stressin'
life is a battle to the cattle you gonna die
just how that'll just suffer your glad you built up your high
and go up the chain the pages keep turning and burning 
the rage is concerning the day is becomming disarming
searching for harmony you wanna be balling me
but you never get no where cause I'm killing your whole philosophy
Robbing like temperature I signal your flow when we just clowning 
just tell me just pass me watch me I'm truly tampering y'all
must be simple delinquent to try to get what the sick is 
so leave the hard is to limp it and only the thrill will we get it?
I'm an assasin of soul out of control when I roll
you better hide in your hole I got your name on my skull
there ain't no running from me assasin of hunees you see
blastin at those who obye blasting at last at the weak!

Chorus:
Do what you want do what you need the hardcore
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want it's a damn
right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust


(ROCK) SUPERSTAR

chorus:
So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up
Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin with it
Nevertheless you got to go for the gusto but you dont know
About the blood, sweat and tears
And losing some of your fears
And losing some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it dont manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac
Don't know how to act
48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will til he crosses over
Still filling 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 dont know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some cant pay the way
Still trapped in what you rapping about
Tell me what happened when you lost the route you took started collapsing
No fans 
No fame 
No respect 
No change 
No womenand 
Everybody shittin on your name

chorus X2

You ever have big dreams of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look shanty
In the Bentley, be a snob and 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 give full to the fullest
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far
And live large
It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star

chorus X2

My own son dont know me
I'm chillin in the 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 didn't show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honies at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, 
And so on
Go on, fall off, 
The ho's roll on
Til the next rock superstar
With no shame
Give em a year, he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him
Assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy 
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people

Assassins, Assassins

chorus X2