Альбом Cypress Hill

(Verse One)
My first mission
Running through the hood with small jacks
My memories popping in my head recall that
Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views
The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
The other four homies on the scene with cocktails
One nigga looking for po po
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb
Adrenaline pumped up
Still I remain calm
House lit up
You can see it for eight blocks
Running through the hood
Running from them fake cops
They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up
We broke out ran into the spot to meet up
Strapped down cover up the tracks
And back home
Lay low earn me a strap
Perfect

(Chorus 4X)
Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
Another body drop
You can't stop the hip-hop

(Verse Two)
I'll hit your block up
Better lock up
Fuck the gangsta shit, it don't stop a
I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal
Going to the mall, and kill all your people
Coast to coast, and a lil more evil
The maniac killer
Car so diesel
Ride the block with m16
44 mag
Fit this here hand grenade
I'll break it off right quick
Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket
Roll down their block they high they say fuck it
Jump back and forth
Like a assassin
30 yards with the inferred action
True pistolire
Black Doc Holiday
Just a true raider of the modern day

(Chorus 4X)
Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
Another body drop
You can't stop the hip-hop

(Verse Three)
I ran all missions
When I was a youth so thoughtless
G ride no fingerprints, its spotless
6 4 sitting on easy we got this
Rag top down like a stripper we topless
See me hit the corner you melt down
Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down
Somebody screaming yo get the hell down
I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound
Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds
Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds
Its life in the hood
No escaping the gun play
One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way
Rats in the park
Dark scattering thugs spray
Got you locked in, not one slug was stray
I found ways out, but it seems to be one way
Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday

(Chorus 4X)
Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
Another body drop
You can't stop the hip-hop

(Chorus 2X)
My game so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough so long, baby why prolong
Baby we get high, Baby we get dough
Baby we can party all night till death come

(Verse One)
We been in the game for a long time
Yes we're battle tested
With the time and the emotion, and the money invested
And if you think hard
No one elses game is tighter
Check the network, up in ya fucking service provider
I bought you thug shit
Thought you drug shit
Got you bugged shit
Tell me what we havent done
We run you through course son
Leave you understanding what the street life is
But you haters never understand
So eat my dick
You better
Get on your concentration
If you ready to roll on me
And good bitches if you wanna unload on me
Cause if you miss you won't get that far
Ill have you jumping fences
And running down the treet like a track star
I'm at the finish line, its essential
We so influential
Well strip you of your street credential
Game recognize, game we all about
Think you can deminish mine
Look homey I got a career

(Chorus 2X)
My game so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough so long, baby why prolong
Baby we get high, Baby we get dough
Baby we can party all night till death come

(Verse Two)
They call me dog homey
Look I don't sell woof tickets
I got my fingers on the trigger
And I'm ready to click it
I never back down
Theres nothing you cand do to me nigga
Who the fuck are you
Your face is really new to me nigga
You wanna run with the dog
Try paying your dues homes
Bum nigga yelling every time that I use chrome
So many niggaz, aint none of them blast, the right lights
In the woods be stunning their ass
I took a chance
To advance, in my life believe it
It takes a stand to be a man
Plus the gang conceited
Fools trying to be hard
They only act the role
You little sorry ass bitches, Ill smack you hoes
Try to fool people
Make em think you something your not
I'm exposing all you bitches
By provoking the crowd
Raw dogging, dying for some action, drama
Your bitch shocked out
Bullets through plastic dome

(Chorus 2X)
My game so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough so long, baby why prolong
Baby we get high, Baby we get dough
Baby we can party all night till death come

(Sen Dog)
Don't be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like ? stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi niña
All I wanna know que 'ta bueno cinga
Don't be scared echate pa' ca
What's the play dog homeboy goin' on
Ni**as O.G. straight veterano
Master the Spanglish style encojonao
Y'all fools know aqui no se juega
Don't act a fool y no rompa las reglas
We bien crazy ass asesino
Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro

(Chorus: Tego Calderon)
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, pero lo que quiero es cule

Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles

(B-Real)
They call me papi chulo
You know I'm puro
I never fade away
You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away
Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize
Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide

(Sen Dog)
Latin thug roll deep pandillero
Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto
Carpet, car black y perro loco
Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo
'E pingado, poca lita
Saco mi pinga y me singo la pista
Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka
Get a little wild y me como la chocha
Listen up compa the big cypress loma
Still right here y todavia te controla
This ain't no Telemundo special
The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you

(Chorus)

(Tego Calderon)
Hey who the fuck is that
Otro negro loco, daddy
Y necolado, uno de lo pato malo
Mucha mucha bala pa' los raton e desmaya
Que moriran seguro sin faya
I ain't neva scared you heard
Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo
Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo
Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo
Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo
Pa' defendenlo de los enemigos
Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni singo
Pero to dicen lo mismo
Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron
Un majon, blastin' all these motherfuckers
Envidiosos, sapos y chotas
Tirale pa' la cabeza, si se va, no regresa
Eh pa' que suban y ja sepa
Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa
Y no lloro y ni la mama...

(feat. Damian Marley)

[Damian Marley]
All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus
We now want the new weed, beat under us
Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous
Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust
Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us
Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
Fit in ganja weed, always notorious
Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious
We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's
Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro
You want my roll, on someone you hardly know
This Marley grow, no time to move feet
Make it slow, you tellin' me no
Say you want to start the show
Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow
You start to take, substances up in your nose

[Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
No nina where you find me
Some boy go rich, blow ninety
And smokin' like a genie
The skunky and the greenie

[B-Real]
On the ganja bus, they comin' after us
We makin' stops all over Los Angeles
On the block, where the weed that get scandalous
When we run around, police can't handle us
They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us
They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch
Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas
Yo sé, que el juego es dificil para usted
Despiertate, no dejes to gente ver
Tu situacion cuando no puedes mantener
En fuerza que nosotros, enseñale
Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondate
Portate, we flyin' up tu +santrope+
And if you want we can jet through Montego Bay

[Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
No nina where you find me
Some boy go rich, blow ninety
And smokin' like a genie
The skunky and the greenie
Senn Dogg!

[Sen Dog]
Cuando fumo yo no juego, pásame el fuego
Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos
En la mañana cuando me levanto
Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso
Enamorado con la yerba buena
comida cubana y las nalgas morenas
todas las nenas saben que yo tengo
las colitas, vete en mi leño
no hay nadie que me quite el vicio
marihuano por vida, oiste chico?
Mundo entero quiero que me entiende
La cara virgen wanna va tu mente

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
It's so hazardous
Take a strive with us
When it's over California, we react the bus
We fabulous, your talk don't mean jack to us
Better fear for your ass the assassins come
Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up
For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up
You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up
Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up

[Chorus] (2x)

[B-Real]
WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL... here's a little story, I got to tell
About a thugged out homey, I know so well
It started way back, when I was a teen
In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends
Had the little stash that could serve your need
You can do what you want but I got weed for me
Ridin for my fam, tryin to hit a grand
CRASH unit on my ass, now I'm in demand
One lone-ly fami-ly I be
All in the hood, I got no-bo-dy
The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat
Pigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gat
Forgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hide
If they ask me for my name - fuck 'em, I'ma lie!"

[Chorus]
One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed, and the dope and hash

[B-Real]
He said a little somethin, I wasn't so impressed
No more runnin homey, now you're under arrest
The sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of bricks
I swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whip
He said he wanted some, I said I don't have none
Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun
Next thing I saw was the gun to my head
Now the lead will make me dead, and yo this is what he said

[Sen Dog]
My name is Sgt. Slacker with a license to kill (uh-huh)
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real (yea)
Now what do we have here? A banger and his peers

[B-Real]
He cuffed my hand you understand he threatened me with tears
Sorry motherfucker had his gun out with a grin
You think the story's over but it's ready to begin

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Now I got your crack and most of your crew
You got a couple choices of what you can do
Better make the right decision if you know what I mean
You can do some time, or fork over your green

[B-Real]
I said I got no green he started lookin at me harder
I said I don't have nothin you can go fuck your daughter (WHAT?)
He hit me with the fist, he hit me with the gat
He put the night stick to my back, soooooooooooooo
I think I'm done, the pig's got my gun
It isn't lookin good, I got ink on my thumb
Another pig walked in, said he's playin games
He gave another look at me, found out my false name

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Sittin there pissed as I dwell in my cell
The place smells like shit, in the County Jail
Homey lookin at me like he seen me before
He started throwin up a set, then he spit on the floor
I think ay-yeah yo, I know this kid
It's the same motherfucker cocktailed my crib
This dude said - get ready - pulled a shank on me
I said c'mon homey you a bit too sloppy
Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye
The guards yelled, "Give it up!" and let two fly
The guards said down and we hit the floor
If you make a move after you won't move no more
He said I think you once again best protect ya neck
I said eat a dick from me you don't get respect
I said you wanna come with it, any time and place
And I'll leave you like Pacino with a Scar-on-ya-face
They put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped
But when his boy had beef, yeah he got dropped
P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load
I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed

[Chorus] - 2X

Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.
At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office. I'm like a shootin' wisher.
Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento,
which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings.

I did whatever I could to get by
Slang dope jack people hands in the sky

When you livin' on the edge yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die

Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes

Shit it never easy holmie people will connive
Better have a hustle if you mean to survive

Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why
Look holmie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply

For the dollar everybody is a target that's real
Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed

You could be the next one cross 'em in the path
What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath

All the money that we stole too weak to take greed
Give it to an honest man the money is still deep

Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Fiend for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream

For the love of the cash flow
You could live fast and you could die slow

Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it
'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin'

Work hard is fuck for everything to rock
You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got

Fools got game floss and drop names
My move's faster than a runaway train

Fuck the world don't ask me for shit
Catch you on your knees and you want some dick

Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger

For the love of the money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up

Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled
'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real

Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal
Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed

He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain fools fuckin' eruptin'

For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors
But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor

Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches
Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches

Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that
You burn someone they might just burn back

Scorchin' niggas to the third degree
Auh y'all triggers deserve to be

Put out of you misery your history son
When your body disappears then the mystery come

Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

(Chorus 2X)
You never know
I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

(Verse One)
You know I live with the biggest hitters, crime committers
And bull shitters
Never had a quitter come with us
Who had the jitters sine some bitter tasting minute
I spit it for those who did it
Like a soldier so committed to winning
You never know who you running with nigga
Who you gunning with, who you thugging with
In times of struggle shit
Never be blinded by diamonds they signin for weak nigga
No sign of loyalty in anything you speak
You never know
You're breakable, celebrated but fadeable
You're biodegradeable
You just might die tonight
Get out of my sight cause
You ain't even know theres your fight

(Chorus 2X)
You never know
I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

(Verse Two)
I been through the scandal and handled them better than other vandals
Hearing insane rambles saying that lifes a gamble
Praying for just a sample in amble times
To trample, example
Enemies who shit they need a pamper
You never know
Every thug nigga living his life
Giving his life meaning
Haters in the wings, they feeling their pride stinging
We here, death knocking its schocking
We keep it popping homey
We never stopping we keeping all you bitches dropping homey
You never know
I can see through and he got an evil intent
I'm gonna see to him
I think you all got the message its a hard lesson
Yo aye you go to pray to god stressing

(Chorus 2X)
You never know
I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

(Verse One)
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for centuries physical and the mental
When I crashed through work
I was cursed but still I
Quit my curse found my hustle
Stack paper made it world wide
Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son
Think you the greater one
Gotta put you on the fader son
Cut your ass up see you later
Gotta drop till your praying nigga
You ain't a player hust a frail nigga
I'm the slayer in your nightmares
Unstoppable
When you see me on the street
Call a audible
I got you covered, face it
And you can't dodge this bullet baby
This ain't the matrix
Got to put you in your placement
Hide your body in the basement
Your boys wonder where your face went

(Chorus 2X)
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers
To calm down/I sell
But still explode
Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

(Verse Two)
Backbreakers of the game
Many many musical
Legendary criminal destined to be professional
I rain supreme
Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range
No doubt about it
We grew up in the cloud
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about
Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano
Droppin it good
For that hoody in the front row
Thats my good pro down for the juggalo
Three guns busted for the battle man
Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle
Duece, double o, slow
Church folk say we ain't got too many more
Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush
So be careful on what you trusting

(Chorus 2X)
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers
To calm down/I sell
But still explode
Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

(Verse Three)
Yo
I was walking on the block
Heard a couple shots
Caught one in the leg
And I know who did it
They gonna get it
Wrap up my leg
Bounced upstairs and got strapped up
I love that drama shit
I'm all gassed up
I lit that kush up and got doughed up
And thought about all the foul shit I did
I can't help it, I was this way since a kid
Then I slide out the crib
Hunt down my pray
The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay
Ran up on homes
And blast away
He passed away twin got the last laugh today
Anybody front I keep that on me
You had to die homey thats part of the game
I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim
I'm in the shooting range mastering the art

(Chorus 2X)
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers
To calm down/I sell
But still explode
Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong

Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
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 cone
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong...

Hits From The Bong y'all
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
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
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?

Straighten your dick out...
Can I get a hit? ...

f/ Tim Armstrong

Let's go

[B-Real]
I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn't wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips
On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip
Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play
Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way
I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B
But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me
I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her
Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya
Even if I moved to the other side of the party
I had pictures in my head of her moving that body
I was beside myself with hunger pain
So I slowly walked over and I asked her name

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What's your name, what's your number?
I'd like to get to know you
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, girl give me a chance!

[B-Real]
She gave a smile but I got no answer though
I took a while before she gave a chance she's acting cold
I offered her a drink she turned me down blat
She said if you want my name you gotta do better than that
I said OK, now your shit don't stink
I'ma walk away only tried to buy you a drink
As I began to walk away she said I'm sorry for real
But every guy in the club tried slipping me pills
I don't trust guys each and every one will lie to you
I said I understand but it's not what I try to do
I wasn't even gonna come to your table
But if I didn't I knew that I'd regret it later
I go after what I want but I got class
For me no need to slip a pill if I want ass
She gave me a funny look I couldn't tell what it meant
She let her guard down and on our conversation went

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
She said I want a man with a plan and ambition
Not an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission"
I'm too good for that I have so much to offer
Got a good job working at my mom and dad's law firm
You got goals, that's what she asked
Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques
It takes hard work but you know it's coming after
She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!'
I do all right but I'm never satisfied
I'm told when you still love what you do it never gets old
I strive for more but that's enough about me
Why don't we skip out the club and take a walk on the street
We slipped out of the club with no worries
Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry
We hung all night till we lost our friends
Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz

[Chorus] - 2X

"Ladies and gentlemen.. boys and girls.. I bring to YOU"

[Intro - samples + vocals]
"Once again!"
[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill
"Once again" .. "Once again!"
[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill
"The greatest show on Earth!"
"Once again!"
[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill
"Back again!"
"Once again!"
[B-Real] Once again it's Cypress Hill
"I bring to YOU"

[Verse One: B-Real]
Welcome everyone, take ya places
It's great seein all these familiar faces
You want thug shit? We got a lot of it
You wanna get high? I'm on top of it
You want bottles? C'mon, we poppin it
You want a revolution? Ain't no stoppin it
Enemies try to fire back
Desire that, find you where the tire track
Cause we run ya down son, but in spite of that
Got a joint? Fools give me my lighter back
... I'ma light up the bomb
I'ma blaze 'til we set off the fire alarm
No need for evacuation
Find a honey that's ill for ejaculation
She got friends, well the more the merrier
No limits, no worries, no more barriers

[Chorus 2X: B-Real, mixed with samples]
Once again it's Cypress Hill
We some ill-ass niggaz straight bumpin the field
Smoke it up, from now until
somebody calls out steel and we live for the thrill

[Verse Two: B-Real]
Plug the mic in, and I'll move the crowd
Neighbors get mad cause the music's loud
I send a few girls in the hall to talk
Crusty old man never called the cops
No pistols, if you get my drift yo
You pull one and miss better slit yo' wrists bro
This ain't a gangsta party
But if you turn it into one a bullet might pierce yo' body
Relax, there's a lot of girls in here
You shitfaced niggaz, don't earl in here
Don't break shit or take nothin, mind your manners
Or your head goes BOOM like it's fuckin skanless
But we ain't for all that right now, just chill out
We can pop bottles or let the blood spill out
Cuanta, suck it up, shut your trap
Before you lose that fine-ass girl on your lap

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: B-Real]
You wanna room? Let me clear one out
But while I'm gone, just don't let the beers run out
In the morn' we can watch all the tears come out
When the pigs come, a nigga wanna hear one out
For now, we can pass the time
Blazin it up, if you slow you the last in line
Got a roach, so what? You ain't spent a dime
You ungrateful-ass critter, back the hell of mine
You can, lose the life or lose the knife
Use the pipe, but I can't lose tonight
All the girls bein picky who they chose tonight
You better hope you chillin with the right crew tonight
See that girl over there? Yeah she like your style
Probably seen her on the video "Girls Gone Wild"
Hesitation is constipation
of your game when you're in for a night of elation

[Chorus]

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(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
You better untie me from this chair nigga
You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
Do you know who the fuck I am?)

{*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*}

Right {*duct tape being unrolled*}
Sho' you right
You want a cigarette nigga?

[B-Real]
You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you
They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble
They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin
We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin
We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy
What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?
We had good times, committin hood crimes
We drew lines but you never understood mine
You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me
I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony
I guess it manifested when I got the call early
They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly
She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?
I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it
Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair
You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly
They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly
Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers
You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle
Now it's time to pay, any last words to say?
I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray
Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga
Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga
You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me
You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky
But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers
Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders
But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward
This is the very hour, I send your family flowers
I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you
They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you

[Cypress Hill]
Relax... no no it's okay
Let me give you a light {*muffled: "Oh SHIT!"*}

{*flames roaring, a voice screaming*}

That's my favorite fucking song..

{*in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays*}

[B-Real]
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
Well this pig worked at the station
This pig he killed my Homeboy
so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation
This pig he is the chief
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley
He's got a son that's a pig too
He's collectin pay-offs from a dark alley
This pig's known as a narco..

{*music fades*}

{*church bells gong*}

[Verse One: B-Real]
As a kid, I was known, son of a thug
Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us?
Never had an easy life, shit's way out
Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out
Any scenario, been there, done that
Gone where some of y'all niggaz, couldn't come back
Been through the hottest parts of hell
Came back with a hard shell and, hard as nails
I went through it all, do it all, screw it all
Small you recall, the hard times as a juve-nile
Often misunderstood
Some joined the military, others just joined the hood
Street corner combat, part of the dark streets
Your heart beats pump when my slugs release
And there ain't no tellin, don't be the one yellin
These birds are deadly, they can shatter your melon

[Chorus 2X: B-Real]
When the street wars jump off, there's only one thing to do
Grab your gat and squeeze one off
This ain't the life of the soft ones who run off
You got one shot to get you a knot

[Verse Two: B-Real]
At the crossroads, sick of holdin the badlands
Where street wars, kick off quicker than Van Dam
Mistakes of mad man, I remember the old ways
The old days where fools clapped yo' {?}
No quarter, you feel me?
Life expectancy's just a little bit shorter
G's gave the order, you carried 'em out
Quick fast, you the last nigga I'm worried about
Get that street lead, that was one step over the edge
Much closer to death, every step I kept on
Learnin about the dark paths, made a hard left
Prayed to God death is swift and painless
This life ain't for everyone, stay out my shoes
You can't trade your fate, I hate to break the news
The young won't respect the fences these days
You a marked man if you get caught up in these ways

[Chorus]

{*pause for spooky instrumental*}

[Chorus]

(B-Real)
How many times have we been thru this
I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist
We go way back and you held me down
Helped my feet moving on the ground
No matter what situation ocasion
You were amazing, you knew just what it took to keep dough up blazing (?)
I kept you by me, but when we seperated I was thinkin foolishly
Remember when your Ex-Boy tried to bug on me
I told to bring it on and (?) on me
He didn't like that but didn't want the fight
Fuck 'im, he didn't know how to treat you right
We go hand in hand they don't understand a man
But you do and I really respect that, damn
We been down so long but it's all good
That's why I dedicate this song

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Till Death Do Us Part
I do

(Verse Two: B-Real)
Who would have thought it would last so long
So many new ones think that they can't go wrong
I know I make so many mistakes
I know you felt neglected, you caught me outta line
If you thought I didn't respect it - I heard ya
But I never showed an emotion
If I haven't ever said it, you got on my devotion
When I fell hard you picked me up
Maybe think about my life where I'm going a little tricky - Huh?
I know there were time where you thought I would change
But I'm the same motherfucking brother even in spite of the fame
There might be some times we don't agree on some
But don't never feel your thoughts don't mean nothing
Some have tried to steal (?), I'm not one of those people
Always tell it like it is, cuz the (?) but don't get mad
When truth is leaving I'm only telling you cuz I got your back

(Chorus)

(Verse Threee: B-Real)
You got my mind right and I don't know how you did it
When I trip not too many who can put with it
But you still there, still care so well - oh yeah
Got so much love (?)
I appreaciate what you're doing for me
I had to open up my eyes so I can see the minutes we lost
Whenever I was out on tour (?) we could make it up like never before
You want all the little things that make it work it
Why not, we can get it, we both deserve it
It's hard but (?) good, it's ever so easy
We have a bond that wont break, no mistake, believe me
Till Death Do Us Part, like I said from the start
You're the light that guides me thru when I'm in the dark
They said we'd neverlast but we're still strong
That's why I dedicate this song - C'mon

(Chorus - 4X)

(sound of someone blowing out a candle)

I do
I do

(music fades)

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