Cypress Hill Lyrics
Cypress Hill Lyrics
"Fuck Westside Connection Lyrics"
This Song (Has Probably Been Played Before) Lyrics
Do you think I can get some of your hooks? Do you think I can get some of your style mister? Do you think I can get some of your hooks? Do you think I can bank on your grooves? I sit here all day long and try to write the perfect song, rhyming workd, tangled chords, Try to tune James's horns, much to hard, More old school, we're Too busy being cool It's been so long since I've swung Do you think this will be the one? This song has probably been played before These lyrics have probably been sung before But I don't care!! It's music And it makes me happy Do you think it was right of me mister To add that harder edge of mine?
Do you think I can get some of your hooks? Do you think I can get some of your style mister? Do you think I can get some of your hooks? Do you think I can bank on your grooves? I sit here all day long and try to write the perfect song, rhyming workd, tangled chords, Try to tune James's horns, much to hard, More old school, we're Too busy being cool It's been so long since I've swung Do you think this will be the one? This song has probably been played before These lyrics have probably been sung before But I don't care!! It's music And it makes me happy Do you think it was right of me mister To add that harder edge of mine?
[Shag]
Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War")
Ding Ding Muthafucka
It's round two
I got my nuts and my denim, fool
You think we gon bow down to some punk ass niggaz
We from the evil side, boy
Chorus: B-Real [Shag]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa]
[B-Real]
In about four seconds some east side niggaz
Is gonna put the foot in the ass of Doughboy and Wack 10
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas
[B-Real's verse]
It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me
Now I'm running up in you hoes
With "No Vaseline"
You could be the big fish
Bring your drama
Fuck your mama
I'll bring the pack of piranhas
You tried to pull a ditty, ho
But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video
You get addicted
You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it
Ice Cube is a thing of the past
If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass
You're the King of punks
King of busters
King of thieves
Now get down of your fuckin' knees (Shag: Bow Down)
Start to sucking
You try to remake NWA without Dre and Ren
Dub's cool
But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10
Silly little philly
I'm ba
My Friend Of Misery Lyrics
You just stood there screaming fearing no one was listening to you they say the empty can rattles the most the sound of your own voice must sooth you hearing only what you want to hear and knowing only what you've heard you, you're smothered in tragedy and you're out to save the world misery you insist that the weight of the world should be on your shoulders misery there's much more to life than what you see my friend of misery you still stood there screaming no one caring about these words you tell my friend before your voice is gone one man's fun is another's hell these times are sent to try men's souls but something's w
ck tearing'You just stood there screaming fearing no one was listening to you they say the empty can rattles the most the sound of your own voice must sooth you hearing only what you want to hear and knowing only what you've heard you, you're smothered in tragedy and you're out to save the world misery you insist that the weight of the world should be on your shoulders misery there's much more to life than what you see my friend of misery you still stood there screaming no one caring about these words you tell my friend before your voice is gone one man's fun is another's hell these times are sent to try men's souls but something's w
Can you really see my machine gun turrets?
Open and aimed at your fat little frame
How can I miss?
I'll twist your cap and take your name
Analyze it
My name should be Mack 11
I'm a higher caliber MC
There's no question
Anytime you wann run up
You get dealt with
You get melted
"Check Yo' self" (bitch check it)
Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka)
Muggs made the best songs on your third album (biatch!)
[Shag Talkin']
You and Wack 10
Can't deal with this
Cypress Hill to the muthafuckin' fullest
Fuck y'all
So what'cha wanna do?
Bring it on, nigga
This is Shag from the Neighborhood Family
[Shag's verse]
Mack 10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit (B-Real: Nothin)
Let's take it to the streets
And fight like real g's
What you niggaz wanna do?
You can't fuck with these
Ain't never had a strap
Now you wanna gangsta rap
Come can't to your hood
'Cause you're scared to get jacked
Fuck peace, this is war
Everybody on the floor
When I see your fat ass
I'm takin' one to your jaw
Fuck you
Fuck your mama
Fuck your whole clique
Better yet, fuck every nigga that you're down wit'
Unoriginal
Can't stand bitch made niggaz
Ice Cube, youse an actor
Not a muthafuckin' ki
Where Serpents Reign Lyrics
Falling into Emptiness, caught by Pits of Despair can't find out sense of this Fuck why am I sentenced for Life? Evocation of Lord Death Ritualistic Suicide Falling into Pits again, these ones made of Light Travelling through Cromlech now Life here's satisfied Aiwaz - dictated Rules, a Realm of glorious Being Entering Death's Temple now, made of unknown Brightness Vulgar Sculptures in its Halls Ancient Scripts enshrined Bowing down to your Throne shining Star of Sacred Souls offering you a Sacrifice Acceptance is my Praise Immolate to receive the key Ceremony is finished Shrine is open-wided, taking out the Script "Lord
llaFalling into Emptiness, caught by Pits of Despair can't find out sense of this Fuck why am I sentenced for Life? Evocation of Lord Death Ritualistic Suicide Falling into Pits again, these ones made of Light Travelling through Cromlech now Life here's satisfied Aiwaz - dictated Rules, a Realm of glorious Being Entering Death's Temple now, made of unknown Brightness Vulgar Sculptures in its Halls Ancient Scripts enshrined Bowing down to your Throne shining Star of Sacred Souls offering you a Sacrifice Acceptance is my Praise Immolate to receive the key Ceremony is finished Shrine is open-wided, taking out the Script "Lord
What neighborhood you from?
What dirt you ever done?
When the shit goes down
You the first one to run
Everytime you talk
Got a mouth full of drama
Only missing you done
Is going to church wit'cha mama
[B-Real's verse]
You got the Real-a
Swingi' of my nuts
Cube Killa
Break yourself niga, huh!
Dick-a lick-a
You ain't a killa
You a busta
Muthafucka
Bitch made niggaz
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's nuts
Now he's all in your guts
You wannabe like him
But you got no skills
If he's the king
You must be the queen of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fat neck
'Cause "A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no respect
No doubt
Westside Connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth (Aahhh!)
All of your homies are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you hang
With real g niggaz
Bring your clique on
You wanna scrap
So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!)
Ma
Cico buff Lyrics
Today love finds off little You see your singing is so vague His joined her love so little Don't care if you're fickle, oh that I find So many stars take care of me Take care of those they love My love has done right Love me so, love little So you see now the sun is out Love will accieve no ends I can't be fickle, oh that I find So many stars take care of me Take care of those they love Our love has done right They know where they like it All of love flow 'round of me Strain and love me Don't care if you're fickle, oh that I find (x4) They know whether I come (We flow and we fall) I love for mine (We
ck 10Today love finds off little You see your singing is so vague His joined her love so little Don't care if you're fickle, oh that I find So many stars take care of me Take care of those they love My love has done right Love me so, love little So you see now the sun is out Love will accieve no ends I can't be fickle, oh that I find So many stars take care of me Take care of those they love Our love has done right They know where they like it All of love flow 'round of me Strain and love me Don't care if you're fickle, oh that I find (x4) They know whether I come (We flow and we fall) I love for mine (We
I give you a year
I guarantee
You'll realize that you're getting' fucked
And you'll run to me
You pretty little trick
You look real sweet (Mmmm!)
I should make you one of my hoes like
Cube was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit
Actor, studio gangsta
You should win an award
For most outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you been through
What you're going through
East Side family, nigga
What you wanna do?
[Shag]
Eastside!
That's right nigga!
East muthafuckin' side
'Til' we die, nigga!
Fuck all you punk ass niggaz!
Cube 187
Mack 10 187
Any other punk ass nigga
Who wanna take this beat
187
We hit niggaz up like that
We bicoastal, nigga
Cypress Hill family
Niggaz better recognize
We here to chastise
Nigga, whoo bangin'
That's how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggaz
East coast nigga, West coast
We don't give a fuck
Talk shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel, nigga
Niggaz get killed,
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew nigga
I represent muthafucka
How does that sound nigga
Cypress Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all ya'll biggaz
(Chris Tucker sample: "You got knocked the fuck out man…)