black sunday
iv
black sunday
hand on the glock
cypress hill
cypress hill
cypress hill
crusing through the neighborhood
some say i'm no good
claimin i'm a criminal
but lets make it understood
just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot)
ya get the click of the glock
when i pull of the chrome toy
check me and i'll check you back (check you back)
then jump back
to my big buddah
like i'm not a bad guy
but don't take advantage
i'm throwin out the garbage
just show me where the can is
all i was doin was searchin for the boon
then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
lucky i ducked quick
or else i'd be a$ed up
last thing i wanted
was have to pull the gatt out
here comes a nigga
and he's got a .38
well my roundhouse said
hey yo
i'm shootin up straight
cuz i put away the shotgun
borrow me a glock
took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
tried to jack me
but home got shot
la-la-la-lalala-la!
understand where i'm commin from
self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
understand where i'm commin from
self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
couple niggas from the east side
fu&in up ya program
no one witnissed
but they heard the gun blast
it left the problem unsolved
now i'm gonna sum up
people gettin hurt in the process of the come up
gotta with the fools
that'll wait for you to run up
rollin in the hood
that's already shot up
pocket full of gatts
and see if we can spot the
homey that's slick
in the process of the dip
when we find this out
gonna unload the clip!
and take a little trip down to rio
my neighboorhood's hot and so
i gots to go chill
cuz i put away the shotgun
borrow me a glock
took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
tried to jack me
but home got shot
la-la-la-lalala-la!
understand where i'm commin from
self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
understand where i'm commin from
self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
kickin' that funky cypress hill $it
think i'll load a clip
lets see if you can deal with
cuz the bulletproof vest ain't $it
when the infrared's
pointin at your head kid
and that's just to bad yo
now i'm headed up a river in a boat
with no paddle
shoulda put the glock down (glock down)
now they got me in lock down
livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind
cuz self defense turns to the offense
but nobody even really knows that (knows that)
all they see is me and the gatt
up in the court room
lookin at the jury
starin down the punk a$
district attourney
la-la-la-la-lala-la!
verdict's in
you're not guilty as charged
when i put away my shotgun
borrow me a glock
took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot
tried to jack me
but home got shot
la-la-la-lalala-la!
understand where i'm commin from
self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
understand where i'm commin from
self defense turns to the offense
(right, were down, were down)
(cypress hill...)
i wanna get high
i want to get high - so high!
i want to get high - so high!
i want to get high - so high!
i want to get high - so high!
well that's the funk elastic, the blunt i twist it
the slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus
oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness
catch a ho and another ho merry christmas
yes i smoke $it, straight off the roach clip
i roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
forward motion make you sway like the ocean
the herb is more than just a powerful potion
what's the commotion, yo i'm not joking around
people learning about, what they're smoking
my oven is on high, when i roast the quail
tell bill clinton to go and inhale
exhale, now you felt the funk of the power
now feel the effects...
i want to get high - so high!
i want to get high - so high!
i want to get high - so high!
i want to get high - so high!
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
co& the hammer
on a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
get paranoid when you hear my glock clickin'
speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
with the bi%-a$ styles i hit you like deacon
jones house, cough without the bones
i rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
split the seed and grow you like clones
don't start-me-up, cause i'm not the rolling stones
but i get stoned with a little help from my friends
with the (gubla), then i pa$ed it round back to me again
i can make you famous like amos
same as the last punk, when i stuck the gatt up his anus
hear me growl: grrra! howl!
i got the night vision just like the wise old owl
i'm comin' ta fetch ya
yeah home direct ya
bury them bones
under my home and
co& the hammer!
co& the hammer, it's time for action!
co& the hammer!
co& the hammer, it's time for action!
take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
and step back, as i take up the helm
on the pirate ship i'm steerin'
droppin' the geran
just realize what you're hearin'
the cannon sounded
that's my companion: surrounded
as my crew comes bounding
as the captain
afro-america
whole lotta gattin'
with the loc'ed out latin
busted!
you're a red beard with a musket
better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted
your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
oh look away, look away boy as i rush it
yes i know that you can't withstand it
watch that a$ cause punk i'll brand it
with a steel-toe, how you feel now
when my boot stuck in that a$ like a dildo
cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
the hill got the skill for the static like brillo
hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
gimme room as i light up the boom
co& the hammer, wave the white banner
ever heard a glock go `click' like a camera?
co& the hammer!
co& the hammer, it's time for action!
break em' off some
this one goes out to all you punk motherfu&ers out there
yeah, eat a bowl of di&'up fools!
do ya wanna get crazy?
commin atcha in 93'!
through the car swings
the fireing pins go click
when i duck behind the trash bin
ran out
of ammo no doubt
my gatt is dry like a fu&in drought
got to make my way home
hit the gate and get my chrome
god damn this song
they got me cornered
lemme just warn ya
i'll pull this trigga make your family mourn'ya
boo-hoo!
where ya gonna run to
when i pull out the scooby do
run
let me break ya off some
hit the floor cuz it aint no fun
but here they come
they must wanna get done
no frontin'
punk i'll break ya off somethin!
1 2 3 that coppa goes down!
(break'em off some)
what the fu& i'm rollin
in a mack truck that's stolin
guess what i'm holdin
ammmo to bust my load
still i'm easin on down
the yellow brick road
whatta ya know?
a pig in a plain brown wrapper
he wanna bring me down
i'll hit that corna
lemme just warn ya
i'll bring ya a$ down
make ya family mourn ya
21 gun saloot
trying to take my loot
don't make me shoot
i'll hit my blunt
and pa$ you a load
and punk
let me break ya of something
(break em' off some)
i got to roll with the self control
in the green tank
when the $it unfolds
hold up
i got it sewn up
me and my niggas
are about to blow up
got the pigs on my tail
what they get
is the hollow point shell
caught in the sail
servin my sentence
got my apprentice
in the hood
but the nigga is senseless
out on parol
now the nigga has turned to my fold
now the punk gotta go
that punk got shady
woudn't repay me
let the punk know that ya still can't fade me
maybe the fu&er would stop
but nuthin would stop me
from havin to break'em off something
on to the next spot kid
(break'em off some)
we ain't havin it yall
ya know what i'm talkin bout
i'm about to break your a$ of some'n!
commin from a whamm-o
(break'em off some...)
a to the k
[b-real]
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (to the what?)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k
one, life had begun for the ruffneck
kid who was gonna put niggaz in check
eighteen, g, for the green
obscene, and it's for the time being
i'm pickin nine, hell i'm out to get mine
and pick two homies, three com-bine
next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'
get out, co& the hammer, then kick down the do'
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (a to the k!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (motherfu&in k?!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (a to the k!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k
[sen dog]
couple niggaz from the eastside, headed eastbound
lookin for a pound, to haul around town
here comes a clown, i gotta hold my ground
hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down
buckdown, dead sound, that's what you found
that's what you get when you fu& the brown
dog, sen is comin, to the mound
la vida from cypress, rips your compound
$it gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground
what do you know? what - go ah-round come around!
six for the pig, and his punk hound
hail to the king pig, or you get crowned
or better yet, i'll roll you up like a fat j
[b-real]
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (a to the k!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (motherfu&in k?!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (a to the k!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k
it's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(it's gonna be on.. goin on!)
[b-real]
gimme that weed fool and all your loot too
i got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
loaded and co&ed for any hardrock
if you're takin my weed, i'm takin over your spot
keep your face down as i take your pound
don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground
(stay still) and don't make a sound
as i get out the door, headed eastbound
but, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave)
clip from the nine equals six to the grave
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (a to the k!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (motherfu&in k?!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k (a to the k!)
a to the motherfu&in k homeboy
a to the motherfu&in k
ain't goin out like that
let's kick it ese
commin' out da slums!!!
it's da hoodlums
i'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
so bring it on when you wanna come fight this
outlaw, i'll kick ya like billy ray cypress hill
kill, i'll bust that grill
grab my gat, and load up the steel
and if you wanna get drastic
i'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic,
synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar
headed down to da mexican border
smokin' that smellie, northern cali,
gonna put a slug in captain o'malley
ho, hum-hear the gat come
boooooommmmmm!
let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man
but i'll be damned if i don't take a stand
we ain't goin' out like that
we ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out!"
we ain't goin' out like that
we ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out!"
we ain't goin' out like that
we ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out!"
we ain't goin' out like that
"we ain't goin' out like that!"
i'm high strung
click i'm sprung
'cause i don't live on the hum-drum
where i'm from the gats'll be smokin'
i'll be damned if ya think i'm jokin'
know that i come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic
screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya
no need to run after the punk-a$ who'd run up to my crew
dig the grave for the one who got played
now he's under
don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify
we ain't goin' out like that
i got to thinkin' "what the fu& is this?"
lettin' you know i take care of business
can i get a witness?
to verify when i'm to bring this style
that makes you ecstatic
tragic, when i get a poof of the magic buddha
when i roll with my crew
i betcha one time can't find my hooda!
hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (i don't know this line)
pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
pulled to da curb
so we exchange a few words
but he got me stirred up
"ought not to grab the handcuffs.
i'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!"
we ain't goin' out like that
eat a bowl of di& up!! geeeyeah!!
3 lil putos
"live and direct"
one little two little three little putos
tried to jack me they got the boot-o
taking no $it when push comes to shove
'cause the niggas showed me no love
step back punk 'cause i'm a latino
what i bring you is the hardcore lingo
funky, but ya don't understand
now i gotta stand with the glock in my hand
no scope
and there's no hope
'cause i'm dishin'
out my .45 slug and it ain't missin'
here it comes hissin'
here it comes hummin' at ya
now the slug is comin' at ya
one little two little three hoodlums
gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
what do you know, click clack goes the gun
make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte
speakin' to the gente
'cause i'm insane in the mente
movin' em back, click-click goes the gun
make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
it's no fun
when i got to break you off some
of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done
serio
here we go
off for the muchacho
come if you really want some of the chingazo
me caso you don't hear this little lazo
cypress hill, breaking you off a pedazo
humming at ya
don't make me come gatt ya
punk 'cause i still will be comin' at ya
one little two little three hoodlums
gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
what do you know, click clack goes the gun
make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
when i come in, kickin' with a vengeance
swift of the engines
coming like the three little indians
stompin' around on the ground on the plains
'cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
in the brain
so i gotta maintain
my direction
what i mighta gained
without my protection
not a damn thing
so when i come just bring
that new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
buckooock!!
so you can just suck my co&
like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
when i'm peepin'
checkin' out the punk-a$ creepin'
i let the dogs loose then i let the dogs sick 'em
graaah! nigga don't make me catch ya
punk 'cause i still will be comin' at ya
one little two little three hoodlums
gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
what do you know, click clack goes the gun
make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
lick a shot
"oh yeah it is!"
"colour is not important."
lick a shot!
"oh!"
comin' at ya
"fire!"
zippedy do da, zippedy hey
cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my ak
and get on the way
on a mission, puffin' on a fat a$ jay
prude! you can't hang
flash back on the skills when i used to bang
on the corner
i'll warn ya
gonna roll on ya
fool
hit ya with a golden rule
don't turn your back on the street
when i hit that corner, feel the concrete
if ya push that by like nothin'
watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
blastin' at these fools with a pa$ion
look at the glock when it's time for some action
let the gatt hummm
lick a shot!
so i let the gatt hummm
let the gatt hummm
lick a shot!
so i let the gatt hummm
sunday morning
wake up it's stormin'
raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
cats an' dogs
pigs in a wagon
lookin' for the afro - one that's saggin'
scooby-doo
an' fu&ed down too
ploy me
don't let your punk a$ try me
gonna take more
then you better call your backup team
and wait for the crew
i'm the one flippin'
keepin' the clip
on my hip an'
just watch your back if you're slippin'
oooo
where did that .22
come from
when the bullet past through my lung
i've lost my breath i'm winded
i've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
i hear thunder
i wonder
if a nigga like me's goin' under
take a number!
let the gatt hummm
lick a shot!
so i let the gatt hummm
let the gatt hummm
lick a shot!
so i let the gatt hummm
had a bad dream
woke up in a casket
now i can't even get back at the bastard
bull-$it!
this pine box
ain't strong enough to contain the afro marx
critical bell rings
snapped out the dream
what the fu&'s up with the funny red beam
pointin' at me
i got no strap g
what now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me
bam, i feel numb
where did the shotgun blast come from
let the gatt hummm
lick a shot!
so i let the gatt hummm
let the gatt hummm
lick a shot!
so i let the gatt hummm
insane in the brain
who you trin' to get crazy with ese? don't you know i'm loco?
to da one on da flam
boy it's tough
i just toss that ham on the fryin pan
like spam
it's done when i come in slam
damn, i feel like the son of sam
don't make me wrek $it
wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric
damn
the lights are blinkin' i'm thinkin'
it's all over when go out drinkin'
oh makin' my mind slow,
that's why i don't fu& with the big four-oh
bro, i got ta' maintain
cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane
insane in da membrane
insane in da brain
do my $it undercover
now it's time for for the blubba
blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
fat boy on a diet don't try it
i'll check your a$ like a looter in a riot
much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat a$
leavin' your face in the gra$
you know i don't take a chulo lightly
punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me
so kick that style, wicked wild
happy face nigga never seen me smile
rip dat mainframe
i'll explain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
insane in da membrane
insane in da brain
like louie armstrong
played the trumpet
i'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
i got ta get my props
cops
come and try to snatch my crops
these pigs wanna blow my house down
and undrground to the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
and i'm out in the night loose scared
yes i'm the pirate pilot
of this ship if i get
wit' the ultraviolet dream
hide from the red light beam
now do you believe in the unseen
look, but don't make you eyes strain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
insane in da membrane
insane in da brain
hits from the bong
hits from the bong
pick it, pack it,
fire it up, come along,
and take a hit from the bong,
put the blunt down just for a second,
don't get me wrong it's not a new method,
inhale, exhale,
just got a ounce in the mail,
i like a blunt or a big fat coal,
but my double barrel bong is gettin' me stoned,
i'm skill it, there's water inside don't spill it,
it smells like $it on the carpet,
still it, goes down smooth when i get a clean hit,
of the skunky funky smelly green $it,
sing my song, puff all night long,
as i take hits from the bong...
hits from the bong y'all
gonna get high,
hits from the bong
let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong,
and then take that finger off of that hole,
plug it, unplug it,
don't straaaain, i love you mary jane,
she never complains, when i hit mary,
with that flame, i light up the cherry,
she's so good to me, when i pack a fresh bowl i clean the screen,
don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water,
is makin' it pure so i got ta', take my hit and hold it,
just like chong, i hit the bowl and i reload it,
get my four-footer and bring it on...
as i take hits from the bong,
hits from the bong
gonna get high
straighten your di& out...
gonna get high...
what go around come around
come on come on
(time for some action)
yeah yeah
(time for some action)
come on come on
drunk a$ fool
just a punk a$
gonna cause trouble
yeah let me burst that bubble
in a hurry
i ani't happy
so worry
what's a judge
and a punk a$ jury
homeboy
should i'm done to go home
but ya got caught up inside the cyclone
if i go home
i'll get slopped and stoned
when i disconnnect that
fu&in neck bone
wata!
then ya get the kick to jaw kid
and i rip out ya eyelids
so you can see
the head nigger at it
killa
commin when i break on the static
what go around come around, kid (go around)
what go around come around (go around)
what go around come around, kid (go around)
what go around come around
$it
i get real $it
yo $it
can ya feel it
carbon copy come steal it
the gatt i conceal it
under my jacket
oh where oh where
do ya think i pack it
under my belt
when the cards get dealt
to all the players
and though the punk a$ fakers
just come
and ya get the high pitched humm
make ya understand where i'm from
the eastside brown
kid looks around
put's down tump
it must fall down
it's on
when ya wanna take my pound
punk
what go around come around
what go around come around, kid (go around)
what go around come around (go around)
what go around come around, kid (go around)
what go around come around
(time, time for some action)
check me and i'll check you back
(time, time for some action)
check me and i'll check you back
when they come
with the staic cling
it's not thing
make ya sing the blues
like b.b. king
i got the roughneck scales
to give awhile
like a voodoo child
nuthin but style
take it
but you can see the black glock clickin
point my gatt
at the punk a$ victims
step up
or you can step back
though the doors
you can bring it on
if ya wanna come get yours
but ya betta look ova ya shoulda
cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder
what go around come around, kid (go around)
what go around come around (go around)
what go around come around, kid (go around)
what go around come around
(time, time for some action)
check me and i'll check you back
check me and i'll check you back
when the $it goes down
livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they'll smoke ya a$ if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya a$ on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts
my grip surronded im about ta get rushed i brushed wit death
how many shells stuffed in my closet???
when tha $it goes down ya better be ready (when tha $it goes down)
when tha $it goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)
i told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats
as i strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
boom i think i got one to tha chest
hot damn i didn't want to kill a man $it
i still stand tall with tha hill clan ya'll better stand back
niggaz bout ta fall i'm comin out blastin like yosemite
sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham
when tha $it goes down ya better be ready (when tha $it goes down)
when tha $it goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)
iv
from the window of my room
[b-real]
now lately i've been findin myself, pourin my guts out
expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls
of sleep, i can't keep it all in the hall clear
while others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop
individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
see it all, be it all, you need a plan
it takes one man to understand this
learn fu&in with a deadly gas, you get burned
from the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, the high cost
of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
every man's given a tool, but don't use it
from the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, the high cost
break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
but all that $it ain't worth it, you burnin up see
the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, is high cost
break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
but all that $it ain't worth it, you burnin up see
[b-real]
from the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
no longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
so punk me and i'll give you the world exact change
or quote me and you're never the same, i claim no one
i show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
wherever i roam is home to me
you shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
the influential status, you know the baddest
lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
sadness to those appealin to any conflict
lookin out my window pane, i see you fallin
what are you a man or a mouse, the house light
shinin within, that's when you begin to live again
from the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, the high cost
break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
but all that $it ain't worth it, you burnin up see
the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, is high cost
break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
but all that $it ain't worth it, you burnin up see
[sen dog]
from my window i can see
humanity, goin insane g
everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
only hardcore vatos on the set
don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
there it goes, the pride, you missed it
i ain't upset with the motherfu&er dissin
find me in watts when you wanna come hit me
some $it ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
some sell their soul to get the cream
from the teens i don't sling or slang no crack
i'm known for bringin in funky a$ raps
see those magazine crews and i'm a goner
dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
unlike some of these fools on the turf
look like the real thing, but they soft like nerfs
so unrehearsed that it shows in the product
need to get the fu& out, before you get caught up
from the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, the high cost
break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
but all that $it ain't worth it, you burnin up see
the window of my room, i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume, is high cost
break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
but all that $it ain't worth it, you burnin up see
i remember that freak bi%
aiy-yo!
[b-real]
i remember that freak bi%, up in the clubs
the victoria's secret, she give love
no matter which way you keep it
you'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(you get the gloves bi%!)
i used to know this girl that slanged the green $it
had it all goin on, but it didn't mean $it
she wanted to be a star, with big cars
and all the fame that came my way i gotta say
that she was all that, and a bag of indo
with no seed, such a delightful weed
i wish she was still around but, no she's gone
i guess she got blessed and she got put on
aiyyo i miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, i'm not qu'ran
had all the holy books, and notes to get still
i never met another dealer with that appeal
with those electric eyes, hypnotized
any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
[barron ricks]
bee eyes, bouncin five deep, clicked of innocence
hangin with friends, all under surveillance from the government
while don want tights they floss rights, just chewin on ice
meditatin with her camp, gettin damp
she's a pimp or tile freak bi%, high maintenance
she got her fu&in clit pierced, chained to her anus
professional for wettin niggaz up, suck em first
til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
suck a niggaz di& for fun, holdin guns in her buns
type of chick tell you 'fu& me in the a$' talkin $it
while she goin walla-walla-walla-walla-walla on your di&
[b-real]
i remember that freak bi%, up in the clubs
the victoria's secret, she give love
no matter which way you keep it
you'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(you get the gloves bi%!)
yeah since i seen the queen of green on the screen
so i stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
she wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chips
she was like, run-d.m.c., _tougher than leather_
raw bi%, but then she was soft like a feather
never again will i meet a woman of her nature
skypager turned off, datin one of the lakers
lucky-a$ nigga with the jump shot
he got that hot $it, all in his pocket on lock
damn i guess i'm jealous that another fella's got with her
but her sister's, bangin too, what should i do?
fu& it i'll do like my nigga smooth with the princess
plantin my seed in the next queen of buddha bless
fu& playin the second string, on the squad
i'm blowin up, all in your face, word to god
[barron ricks]
yeah i fu&ed her in the hershey tunnel, deep inside
it made her pu$y bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you
i told her 'arch that back, let me see that a$'
and then i kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
? baby listen, can't you see my fu&in di& is throbbin
she started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin it
i told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
no hold barred, m
feature presentation
[barron ricks]
my flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous
for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers
too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous
ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions
of fortune $it, $ittin on your asr-10 sequence
fu&in up the disc
these be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves
when i swerve i'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves
hear the thunder then i melt the frozen tundra, sank titanics
crack solid granite, initiate global panic
harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks
these niggaz face it or face off, give up or break north
my lines petrify your mind's third eye, when i'm high
i pull the trey in your insides, i strike blindside
rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal
in prison whose an individual lose that struggle
my stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble
ready to shed blood up in the jungles
aiyyo we livin it, magnficent
cypress, worldwide!
[b-real]
i take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope
to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bull$it they wrote
counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil
when we go platinum they go, aluminum foil
the worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties
cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt
when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up
niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up
abuse them up, usin the nut, i'm usin buck
fearin of the $it, that's covered the script, deliver cuts
cypress hill, soul asa$ins, all up in the club
showin love to everyone of you real niggaz
cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins
like a junkie, fu&in with 'ron and cocaine
slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned
by the world renowned, cypress compound!
[chace infinite]
heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides
of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell
in the dark black abyss, chace infinite kicks
rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips
i represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth
my order in the elements in the universe
my mental enter your physical frame, penetrate
like pushin your face straight through a window pane
with twenty bars, i'm sinister god, administer pain
to your paragraph it ain't hard, see i studied the life-science
for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous
peers n $it, hit you with the omnipotent gland
the benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light
in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career
stand clear, i stand firm on solid ground
pump blood sweat and tears, verbal architect, engineer
shiftin your ear, to cypress hill, you wack niggaz
caps is peeled, the scientific soul asa$in
we dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines
soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin
dr. greenthumb
[a short skit opens the beginning of the song]
hello, i'm dr. greenthumb
have you ever had the problem of running out of weed
and just can't find some anywhere?
well try my dr. greenthumb grow tips
i'll show you how to grow inside and out
from seed to clone, and the best homegrown
and if you're afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky
no worries, we'll fix them too
with one of our dr. greenthumb 'sizzlean' screens
to block the nosy pig's vision
don't believe me?
just ask one of my many satisfied clients here jed sanders
how well it works
hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is jaid
and ahm a farmer and i've been growin
mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh
uhh, with dr. greenthumb's 'sizzlean' screen
i don't hafta point my shotgun
at them pesky porkers no more
thanks dr. green, you're tha $it
yes, dr. greenthumb's got it all, i guarantee it
try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time
*lighter flicks* dial 1-800-713-grow
*inhaling noise* that's 1-800 *cough cough* *inhale*
*lighter flicks* 713 *cough cough*
g *inhale* r *inhale* o-w
"hello dr. greenthumb, paging dr. greenthumb!"
[b-real]
hello my name is dr. greenthumb
i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
in the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields
the fu&ing pigs with shields holding the blue steels
greenhouse effect with the weed connect
(doctor) dea can't keep greenthumb in check (doctor!)
hps, god bless the whole crop
please god, don't let me see no cops
trunkload, ready to hit the highway
don't let the eye in the sky fly my way
or we gonna have big trouble, that's no $it
can't be growin without no permit
but fu& that, i study the 215 trip
that way when they come they can suck my di&
weed can't grow without attention
hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
[sendog] aiyyo dr. greenthumb, come on back one time!
[b-real]
people can't live without the herb man
if not they'd be drinkin and drivin and swervin
but thanks to dr. greenthumb weed grow
in the backyard or inside with hydro
to the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream
tasty, blowin a fu&in smokescreen
cycles of weed are constantly grown
somebody give me the razor to cut groves
i'd like to stop, but it feels so good
horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood
sticky angel, i wanna leave it alone
but never ever ever gotta worry from my home
what that funny sound knockin at the door (open up it's the dea!)
sorry greenthumb can't talk no more
please don't follow me into the sun
hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
[sendog] aiyyo dr. greenthumb, come on back one time!
[b-real]
out from the lab, no need for rehab
if i can't drive then call me a cab (ese!)
in my closet the weed is dried out
like eiht said, ain't no place to hide out
i don't wanna buy no weed from no cop
get knocked up and they close up my shop
that's why i buy no weed from no one
that's why they call me dr. greenthumb
the scientifical, mystical one
growin my crops with the rays of the sun
come one come all and see how it's done
if you see the pigs there's no need to run
cause some of these pigs are down with greenthumb
but you never know what be the outcome
you see the photo in the album
the weed is growin like my erection
look i never told you where i was from
some call me real, but i'm dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] i'd like to tell you just where i'm from
[sendog] aiyyo dr. greenthumb, come on back one time!
dr. greenthumb
doctor, your bulova plant needs special tending to
doctor, we need more oxygen we need more co2
doctor, dr. greenthumb you're needed
doctor, dahyahahahhh... doctor
dead men tell no tales
[b-real]
pam pa ra ra (4x)
any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
four score, seven bullets (yeah hit the floor nigga!)
take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
i'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
and i'll fill you up with the energy the hill create
i gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
now i'm fu&in with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
the reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
with ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
for help, and all the fu&in yellin to is yourself
crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
i'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
[sen dog]
boo-yah!... come on, motherfu&er
[b-real]
pam pa ra ra (4x)
war pigs, you dig, see kickin out mr. big
take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (checkmate motherfu&er!)
you feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
your head is, gettin fu&ed and i'm skippin the intercourse
behold, the mic horse, you're takin a loss nigga
got the nina ross, don't need no cross, my fu&in paper
chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator
the greater the risk you fu&in hater
hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
with the hi-lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
i'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season
[sen dog]
nighty-night, mothafu&a
[b-real]
pam pa ra ra (7x)
checkmate
[sen dog]
bout to mash these niggaz man
don't come in my backyard motherfu&er
hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfu&er!
ha! yeah
here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it
anywhere you get it $it, and i'ma grab it
turn around stares to your face and i jab it
drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
bwoy, rudebwoy with me style
i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
(checkmate fool!) hang em high
got the live $it, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all
(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall
[b-real]
look look punk, every way you get shook
to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
lights get tooken, taken you for satan
you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
for the hype $it, you call the hill, put it together
runnin this game, bringin the same, raw $it
over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
what i reveal, the good $it to heal all souls
makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
to the new $it i bring, never the same hype
so push that $it off, get up, don't let off
no matter how much blood you spit up
you could never be, fu&in with greenthumb
the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell
(checkmate fool!) hang em high
got the live $it, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all
(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall
(peek-a-boo, you fu& you!)
[sen dog]
i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the westside of l.a., so whatever
punk-a$ click you claim, you keep bumpin that $it
and elevate your frame, cause i want that
big-time, a$hole, studio gangsta
worth a lot of $it, but that's not the main factor
[b-real]
my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
crushin the bi%-a$ niggaz with all the gimmicks
(checkmate fool!) hang em high
got the live $it, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all
(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall
[sen dog]
checkmate fool!
audio x
"t-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!"
(blast off!)
[b-real]
come inside, hello everybody, welcome
think you better be ready for the battle when the $it goes down
cause we warring
all you fu&in yellow comets runnin from the front line
if anybody wanna get away hey
i'll find your fu&in a$ in due time
run and seek shelter but you never will escape
flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait
to get your fu&in a$ away
but you're trapped, and there's no way out of this musrhroom cloud
but you never wanna realize that i'm planted
in your mind now
cypress hill compound, you could hear the sound
let another motherfu&er run up
and i'll put your a$ down (down)
then i'll peal from your cap the cypress hill star
quick look around, you can't hide
you just might die right where you are
audio x...we gonna your blow your head up (up)
synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
give me any record and i'll flip it any style
niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the $it loud
[barron ricks]
aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
with these niggaz who be puffin on the dutch
bustin guns, lay back in the cut
can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the green
cause ain't $it never what you think it seem
from the streets where life ain't cheap
cypress hill, soul a$a$ins, while you askin, "who dat rappin?"
we get all up inside your grill, with the skill
shoot to kill when it's time for action
see you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
better kiss that black a$ goodbye
when you try to play these wiseguys
so who's complainin when we intensify the levels on the ryhme
you better get ready for the battle when the $it goes down
because we are the wild
audio x...we gonna your blow your head up (up)
synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
give me any record and i'll flip it any style
niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the $it loud
[barron ricks]
"audio terrorists
mic specialists
about to blow this
blast off"
[b-real]
lookin in your eyes, i see your body bag figure
better be ready for the battle when the $it goes down
cause it's on nigga
what you wanna do, you better pay close attention
let it be known, i control the zone
beyond your comprehension
blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
fu& and feed him, if they can't take a joke
and get high
i'm feelin lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
so many people wanna hit my joint
but they never got none
imagine that bull$it, happens all the time
niggaz better start growin they own
they cannot fu& with mine
give me any record and i'll flip it any style
beginners better run back to the lab
and practice for a while
audio x...we gonna your blow your head up (up)
synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
give me any record and i'll flip it any style
niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the $it loud
[barron ricks]
"this has been another audio x explosive
blast off!"
(goin' all out) nothin' to lose
[b-real]
i got nothin to lose, i'm goin all out
the deuce never stop, i refuse to play by the rules
uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
nothin better to do, than fu& with the pride
when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
billy club show me no love, think you above
all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
let me lay it on the table, forget stable
freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
you got nothin to lose, come on choose
stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
sword blade swingin you back off away
and the track off the real, straight off the hill
what the deal motherfu&er?
i got nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
[sen dog]
i'm goin all out, showin y'all what i'm about
gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
takin this pencil, across the brain
ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
all out my system, take em, and then i twist em
put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
as you fold i'll sting ya, run up and you bi% up
y'all get the picture, just call mr. excitement
comin with the thunder and lightning
$it is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
so i keep the writing, down for the fighting
cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
and let me take space up, heat your face up
i'm goin all out, before the raise up
i got nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
come on, come on
[b-real]
i'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
in the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
you get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
expression, feelin the tension over the session
the question, fillin your body with intention
don't mention the profession, keep adressin
the real motherfu&ers in the crowd pay attention
i'm goin the fu& out, smith and wesson
you better stall me out, no extension
only the strong will ever be settin the pace
when you look up i'm gone and never left a trace
no worries, set you with flurries and no juries
eight million stories in the city of furies
don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
i got nothin to lose so i gat fools with this
i got nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
[sen dog]
oh yeah, cypress hill ma$ive once again
comin to your record shop
check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
we choppin heads off
and you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
this is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium
16 men till there's no men left
ladies and gentlemen
we would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
ladies and gentlemen, cypress, hill
[b-real] 16 men on a dead man's list
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
so many fu&in emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
that's bull$it, like cops never sniffed cocaine
but i'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers
reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
this, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill
like jack did jill, i rolled his a$ down the hill
beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a di& for the first time
his, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
i take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
playin with your mind, makin you feel the force
had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the source
tried to get xxl, they still fell
bi%es go tell your troubles to montel
[b-real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[b-real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
i'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
got it goin on, you know it all, but god save
your a$ for clashin with the soul a$a$in
that's like mike fu&in with poppa joe jackson
a$-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
a$-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bi%-made niggaz are invisible
dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
the fu&in cynical $it brains
as i sit back and say, tally-ho!
one of these days your punk a$ gonna go
guess you had a key to figure the fu&in flow
but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow
[b-real] 16 men let me see who's next
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
twelve punks to go, who's next on the list
matter of fact i got one in my head to fix
there was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
who made him all the money to overcome?
niggaz up on the hill, in the lab
he was rollin big balla style, high profile
oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
all smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
welcome to the 360, degrees
pay a fee when you fu&in your people over the cheese
no soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you fu&ed over, you're scared sober
[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
fu& the hater with the symbol and no soul
and that bi% nigga who stole my car stereo
trick deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like a$ miller, and that fu&in ex-dealer
can't forget the nigga who was down with the hill-a
and that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
you get bucked like c. tucker and will bennett
let me step, over the hump, and represent it
you go down like jerry, and get smacked
like trick leo, now here's your fu&in eulogy-o!
[b-real] that was 16 men now there's no one left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[b-real] 16 men now there's no one left
[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
high times
now this some baaad weeed...
b'real:
the very first time i hit the weed i was young
coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
comin to cla$ high, sellin the lye to the teachers
nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
others wanted the 40 but i wanted the weed
while everybody was runnin out, i was plantin my seeds
homegrown, backyard boogie, i'm still stoned
got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
i can remember when i could only get sess in those days
now i'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
roll a fat one, pa$ it to the left don't front
but i hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
a bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
spillin the weed plant fu&in dookies with no skill
i should write a book, how to roll it then pa$ it
light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
mr. greenthumb, dr. weed, i proceed to give the herb man what they need
true indeed, blow your fu&in smoke up in the sky
and get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
take a puff, that's enough, and pa$ it to another
get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
no roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
i usta spend money but now i'm growin the crops
but i hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
it was once said i smoke so much weed, by a brother
that i look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
maybe i usta look like that way back when
when my nigga sen dog was around sippin on the hen
let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
we got the high times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
makin trips to mexico runnin down to the border
long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
i got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
call me puffy cause i makin and takin a hit record
blow your fu&in smoke up in the sky and get high
with the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
take a puff, that's enough, and pa$ it to another
clash of the titans
zeus: "make certain that no stone stands
that no creature crawls
i command you to let lose the last of the titans"
"it's time to strike!"
[b-real]
let the rain pour down from god above
with the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
with wind at our backs, ready for any attacks
sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
the flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
with the uniform of my sworn enemies
you raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease
feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take
can lead to the math that the master's break
the clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss
fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and god's law
look in the stars, aligned with sign and mars
destruction, what's your function, you roll with god
"attention" 2x
[b-real]
the soul of the master's elements, disaster
breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster
the blade swings, slashing your throat
the vision's on the mission, seeking the note
dropping the bomb, by remote
load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys
the life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough
or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost
let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight
hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night
the eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide
no cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise
and to clash
"attention" 2x
[b-real]
god's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling
beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling
behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case
every corner of the world, the battle is taking place
let the war drum set the pace, you face fire
resume, from the temple of boom, and seek higher thought
maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
with one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
the clash rages on, people remain calm
good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad
you can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed
and it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell
when the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell
celebrate now, put the blades to rest
no wickedness, only the blessed will hold down
"attention"
"you creating hysteria"
"attention" 2x
lightning strikes
attention all personnel the time has come!
attention all personnel attention all personnel
the world's famous
the world's famous
cypress, cypress hill
the world's famous
cypress hill
cypress hill
cypress, cypress hill
the world's famous
cypress hill
cypress, cypress hill
the world's famous"
attention all personnel attention all personnel
the soul a$a$in button has now been activated
the time has come!
attention all personnel
cypress, cypress hill
the time has come!
[sen-dog]
ain't taking, nobody back with me
it's on till the end with anybody who want to hit me
ain't looking back, putting it all on the line
don't give a fu&, bring the rough one time
and i think we should all get down and busy
say the four word and you spin until your dizzy
niggas say who is he, but i'm the ? fact
same fool that's watching, is the one who stabs your back
so, make a plot, but yo, it's non-stop
knowing exactly who comes on the block
take no prisoners, put that in effect
get the name from your set, and tat it on your neck
let these know motherfu&ers know who got next
southside represent, i be catching wreck
and show your respect, when you step up to me son
don't imitate, cuz my style ain't in season
go back to the lab, upgrade the chump
get a new ? gun before you get dum dum
[b-real & sen-dog]
meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
get's slit up, when lightning strikes
get up!
meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
get's slit up, when lightning strikes
get up!
[b-real]
take a ride
when lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming
no sunshine, no california dreaming
the demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice
up for abuse, when electric currents are induced
?, rock on, the brain waves
what you clocking, i be dropping the bomb, you getting maimed
the games you play, look up and say you want to change
and rearrange, the strange, you never go the way
don't look back, forget that, you need that
just sit back, look at the show, and see that
display the raw power, black out
even the score, open the door, and break out
leave it alone, the unknown fury, blind rage
move aside, get wise and make the front page
center stage, you ?, and leave with
go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed
the heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure
look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher
strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows
tears coming down, the bucking, so ? slow
[b-real & sen-dog]
meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
get's slit up, when lightning strikes
get up!
meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
get's slit up, when lightning strikes
get up!
looking through the eye of a pig
[b-real]
i wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried
i'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay
where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
so many different attitudes, that i come across
i'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
bound gagged raped, i'm frustrated, i hate it
found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why
don't i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge
to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
what a fu&in shame, i don't wanna live, i paint the wall
with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all
the eye of the pig
i've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say
that i'm worse, than some of these motherfu&ers i put away
i'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all
drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
pieces of $it who should be on the fu&in news hangin
these days you can't tell who's-who in the world
is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
fu&, i need a drink, and i'm almost off
at the precinct, it's like an aa meeting all gone wrong
i.a. got an eye, on my close friend guy
for takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
that doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
we went through the academy, just like frat brothers
midnight, ? left on my shift
think i'll get my di& sucked by this ba$head bi%
my marriage is all fu&ed, my wife is with the neighbors
subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these fu&in divorce papers
i recall, happier times, before the fall
look into the eye of the pig, i see it all
now i'm on my way, back to the station to check out
so i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
look into the eye of the pig, i'm all fu&ed
no longer can i determine, who's the criminal
from the innocent man down, to the pedophile
no one gives a fu& about me, i'm slippin
into darkness, i'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.."
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position
don't move, or i'm gonna blast your fu&in head off
just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
don't give me that bull$it, i've heard about your raps
all you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
ok, mr. freeload, get the fu& out of the truck
i love it how all you fu&in rappers think it's so funny
hit the fu&in floor, i need no probable cause
you got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause
you find it funny? get that smile off your face
motherfu&er take this
prelude to a come up
[mc eiht]
geeyeah, soul a$a$ins two times, stick em!
geeyeah, cypress hill three times, come on!
geeyeah..
infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
chills with, senoritas, like charro
get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
follow, my flow, get the cash and go
call my homey b-rizzy in mexico city
loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
didn't mean to call you late, i need a hideout til..
cool, homey, i'll bring some fu&in skunk
the homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
just like a bird i'm free, in a land
with no fu&in extradition treaty, i'm out, geyeah
$it is real on the motherfu&in hill god (2x)
with the crew from off the hill
[b-real]
b-really killin the phillie now can you feel me from the
soul a$a$in committee, the $itty niggaz never thrill me
you silly bi%es never respect, neglect money
you funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
got my main man, mr. rocho kickin the vocals
from the eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
from the two g's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
you hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
evading the pigs, raiding my crib, i'm mad lib
and i wanna live and i'm givin the message droppin the lesson
flippin $it, and i'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
$it is real on the motherfu&in hill god (4x)
"with the crew from off the hill"
[mc eiht]
we's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
under the seat and we goes east coast/west coast, anybody killer!
soul a$a$ins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
who spits the glocks like uno and dos?
makin your body dissapear like a ghost
one time's tryin to gaffle me, hara$in me
tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[b-real]
in the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fu&in sleepin
and the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
while you peakin i'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
and leadin the motherfu&ers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
you love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
"$it is real on the motherfu&in hill god" (5x)
tequila sunrise
intro: b-real and sen dog
b-real: mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
pero que lo mueva con madre...
sen dog: pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
b-real: pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
tomamos no?... del gusano...
sen dog: pa la salud!
b-real: pa la salud!... primero yo...
sen dog: primero usted...
b-real: *grrrrrah!*
b-real and sen dog: *mexican yells*
b-real: 'hora 'hora... quien est?...
sen dog: cometelo!
word up, tequila style... eat the worm motherfu&er
tequila spice, hot nice
feeling right, sipping on jose cuervo
down in tiajuana, mexico
thinking of the big score the night before
met the connect, who was impressively dressed
in high fabrics
with troops like babe ruth, up on the mezzanine
brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
it's all about the money, son
now that's the only reason
we came south of the border, to complete this work order
we gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
as god is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfu&in fake bi%es
it all boils down to the business
nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
i fu&in blast you like frank castle, motherfu&er!
tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
realize we're all born to die
so get the money nigga!
i never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'til i met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
running for cover, the big bad woof, motherfu&er
he was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
fu& slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
not like these fools who don't comprehend
you end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
you got that? getting your cup, i took a swig
the bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm $it
droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
just do what i say, and you'll be rich
and keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
always be aware of what's around you
they wanna down you, and fu&in clown you
keep your $it in order the money won't stop
pretty soon you'll be on top
tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
realize we're all born to die
so get the money nigga!
tequila sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
my, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
my mentor pa$ed on and pa$ed a warn to me, emergency
for my enemies who wanna murder me
eat the worm, motherfu&er, while you burn, motherfu&er
better kill me, don't let me return, motherfu&er
trust no man, cause i'll be back, you understand?
with a plan, and my ace in hand, i want it all
i recall the words from jesus, you are the juice
better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
let these words stick, you better be ready to die
now take a fu&ing sip, caution it, but i never lie
tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
realize we're all born to die
so get the money nigga!
riot starter
"we understand all of the officers in the central division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear"
"ok, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
tensions are building
uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...police in riot gear...")
"the police are, uh, forming a long line now..."
[b-real]
in the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
niggaz been waitin on our release date
i know how to pick em up, stick em up
everybody go crazy while i'm fu&in $it up
who's on the floor, while the beats break
hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
you gotta get the fu& out of the spot
hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
good reigns over evil, how it be though
i'm doing it my way, like carlito
taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up
riot....starter
come on
[sen dog]
"yeah...move it to the side
cypress hill coming through once again
check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
forever baby, come again now!"
[b-real]
people like talkin, but can't walk a mile
puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
i start the riot up, fire it up
watch the roof cave in, while i'm lightin the $it up
you want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
like a bomb, gonna blow, i'm killin the whole room
still no real souls, heal those through real shows
broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
then i pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
cypress hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
people never answer their call, they fall slow
when the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll
riot...starter
come on
[sen dog]
yo, get the fu& up out the stage
we gonna tear the roof up off this motherfu&er
yo, move the fu& out kid
we gonna tear this $it up
hit that breakdown, homie!
[b-real]
look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
watch as i throw my weight, they hesitate
while i'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
no delay on the mission, i breathe calm
who's gonna be the thrilla when i'm gone
makin the scrilla, manilla, the don juan
seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
don't even try to think though, i'm a kilo
dope $it, my position remains firm
fu&in your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
when the stoned of soul comin to return
riot...starter
come on
[sen dog]
yo, get the fu& out of the way or get hurt man
you got to move motherfu&er, you got to move
you gotta make $it happen
yo, once again, this is sen dog
all the way from the soul a$a$ins laboratory
somewhere, who the fu& knows where at, knahmsayin?
big shout out, all the soul a$a$ins across the country
whereever you at, yo check this $it out
we comin hard baby, we bringin it live
we gonna burn that motherfu&er down yo
tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fu& it up
we wanna do whatever it is the fu& you call it
as long you get out the fu&in way, let cypress come through
woooorrrdd, yeah
we gonna call this one...the riot, starter!
we wanna see that $it, everybody say that $it
riot starter!
steel magnolia
attendant: "that takes a fourteen shot clip
you expecting an army?"
serpico: "no....just the division"
[barron ricks]
yeah, once again, (that's right)
we about to attack this
(harlem inc, murder inc) yeah
(nicky bond)
jimmy cagney type $it, nicky santoro
all my little short niggaz
joe pesci and all that $it like this yo
fillin out the cards to your eulogy
murder that a$, send my regards to your family, fu& it
that's what niggaz get for fu&in with this maniac depressive nigga
with aggresion, smith and wesson, in his possession
harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take
for short cake, we won't hesistate
i miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
across 110th, to 55th
my covenant is protected, i'm doministic
survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method
good samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise
i hope you fu&in with glocks and fo' fifths
wrath's napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists
shatter chins, and bust clips
check it, "here is somethin you can't understand"
steel magnolia
[b-real]
i got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged
as i get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged
breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics
clean up the magic, chrome startin up static
greed means that you die quick, click the vision
greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission
seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell
to meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell
buckshots sting like bees, i smoke trees
on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas
take in the breeze, mr. freeze squeeze the trigger
killa g's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy!
[barron ricks]
steel magnolia
magnificent guns bust when 'uzi weighs a ton'
and yo' glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips
spells murder, sound synonymous to burner
leave niggaz a$ up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck
so who the fu& want me to press on they luck, bastard they son
when gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run
annihilation, destroyin all expectations
have relatives embrace your harlem hopital, we all patient
5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip
with fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light
so relinquish son, i'm to the finish, and you acknowledge
couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it!
steel magnolia
[b-real]
steel magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry ya
to your final rest area
what you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug
and your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy
to your eulogy, open heart surgery
emergency, 911, come in a hurry
from the hills to the polo realms, stackin the bills
i put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill
a bi% nigga steppin on my toes, fu& foes and hoes
get stuck in the a$ like pete rose
i suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose
to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke
you're like a fat joint, i'm takin a toke, i'm like coke
but you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a fu&in addict
to the dope $it, you better hope the $it stop
smooth, holdin the glock, rockin the hot $it
[barron ricks]
steel magnolia (4x)
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