Cypress Hill

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

One Last Cigarette

by Cypress Hill

(Man in background)
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 motherfucka
fuck y'all motherfuckers man
do you know who the fuck I am, man?
Motherfucker!
(muffled shouts)

Right
sure you right
wanna cigarette nigga?

B-Real
You was a good kid
your parents musta loved you
they got you outta trouble
no matter how big the bubble
they gave you everything,
naw 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 only
you were a fucking phony
I guess it manifested when I got the call early
they said you bunkered down in the hood with old girly
she had your back covered but that didn't matter did it
I know you're livid but you put your fucking self in it
don't try to make a move nigga don't go fuckin dare
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair
you never loved your family
you robbed them all gladly
they tried to love you sadly
you let 'em down badly
just call me death 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 word to say?
I know your minds strayed
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
ya shoulda thought a that long ago before ya fucked me
ya dodged long enough homie now ya been lucky
but now it's pay the piper
no fucking traps or snipers
just a gas a lighter
caught up in the web of spiders
and now you get devoured
burned up in the flames you coward
this is the fairy hour
I sent 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
when they talk about you

Relax...
No-no, it's okay
give you a light
this is my favorite fucking song

(screams)

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Pigs

by Cypress Hill

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'a a pig too,
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley.

This pig is known as a Narco,
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be.
This pig he's a fuckin' fag,
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy.

Well this pig he's really cool,
So in this class we know he rides all alone.
Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts,
While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home.

This pig he's a big punk,
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me.
'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart,
And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society.

This pig works for the mafia,
Makin' some money off crack.
But this little pig got caught,
So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back.

'Cos once he gets to the Pen,
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest.
To protect him from some mad nigga,
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest.

An' it's all about breakin' off sausage,
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine ?
Niggas wanna do him in the ass,
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line.

That fuckin' pig.
Look what he got himself into.
Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk.
Anybody like pork-chops ?
How 'bout a ham sandwich ?
How 'bout a ham sandwich ?

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Psycobetabuckdown

by Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael
+Halloween+ character, or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
See you need the day-ta *, better I say dah-ta * * (data)
You're lookin at the Tribe, and you're a hater
Comin from inside, means I come better
or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket -- I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Psycobetaduckdown baby!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! Huh!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal
rapid-fire petal, funk is makin me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, so here son ?
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Broads swingin off my dick like a chimp, simpin
So what's the story - you come lookin for me?
Better just scatter, or you're gettin leaded
I'm the one who said it, boy it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
Cause I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+, makin you get real loose
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalogue
from what you want me to select
different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
in the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
HEY MAN, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown baby!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] It's a psycobetaduckdown!
[B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
[S] Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo where's the hooda?
Hahaha, funky, yeah
I don't like that crazy shit man..

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Puercos

by Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
Este puerco se bajo con nosotros
Este trabaja en la estacion
Este mato a mi compa
So el descarado se fue de vacacion
Este puerco es el jefe
Tengo un hermano Capitan O'Malley
El tiene un hijo que es un puerco
Y el colecta sobres en el sur de Cali...

Ese puerco es un narco
Asi es, polizon, talves otra cosa
Este puerco es mariquita
Son los otros puercos, les dicen mariposa
Y ese otro puerco es buena gente
El vota solo, nada le pasa
Y este otro puerco come donas
Mientras que alguien roba tu casa...

Este puerco el se hace
Y se cuando me ve no me aguanta
Por que los puercos no les gusta cuando dice
Eres un rapero del grupo que canta
Este trabaja con la mafia
Haciendo dinero de las drogas
Pero a este puerquito lo cogieron
So cuando llegue al bote le van a partir su boca
Por que cunado llegue al bote
No le van dar pa que se pueda protectar
De un negro loco que el mismo
Un dia trato de arrestar
Ahora es tiempo de jamon y lechon
Te sientes mal? el no tuvo decitina
Para cogerlo y pagarle pa tras
Todos los cocos a un cueste de una linea........

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Tequila

by Cypress Hill

Sen Dog: Pa la salud!
B-Real: Pa la salud... primero yo
Sen Dog: Primero usted... *Ayygghh!*
S-D & B-R: *grito mexicano*
B-Real: Cometelo joven...
Sen Dog: Cometelo jajaja!...

[Sen Dog]
Aqu� estoy con mi barrio, listo a hacer feria
Cartel Cypress Hill est� en tu �rea
Colectando queso all� en M�xico
Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio
Tengo mis camaradas y todo est� bien
Tengo una mansi�n en tierra que mide cien
Y todos se den cuenta vengo a hacer tranzas
Con mucha libra aqu� estoy pa La Raza
Me ven en mi ranfla con todos los Hierro
Cuidando mi negocio con todo mi perro
No trates nada tengo mis soldados
Esp�ritu asesino, vienen preparados
Raperos desperados es nuestra tema
El dicho de nosotros: Agarra la crema...!

Chorus x2:
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos
Un d�a vamos a morir, escandaloso!

[B-Real]
Nunca conoc� dinero as�, en mis manos
Hasta que conoc� un camarada como hermano
No importa donde miro tiene a todos asustados
Corriendo por cubre, con m�s que vende 'marrados
Pero como un querieron me ense�� la foto grande
As� vendiendo drogas jam�s, nunca andes
No como rateros que no entienden, no comprenden
No pases a�os torcido con placas en tu frente
�Entiendes?
Me dio una copa y tom�, el sabor malo del gusano
Mejame d�ndome lecciones
Me cachete� y dijo: Mira, eres mi mejor paisa pero nunca me miras
Has lo que digo y te hago rico chico
Ratas duermen en hoyos, no me cruces o te pico
Que no se te olviden las reglas del juego
Te van a conocer hasta que quemes en el fuego
Mujeres falsas y dinero no va
Como tomando, manejando, mi hermano te matar�n
Qu�date alerto a lo que est� alrededor
Esas cosas que te dije van a ser tu matador
Tenlo todo en orden la plata no va a parar
Recu�rdate de mi y siempre vas a ganar...

Chorus
[B-real]
Tequila Sunrise, Ayayay
Tiempo vuela r�pido, hijo y by surprise
Mi vana se muri� y a m� me dej�
Capit�n de las movidas aqu� digo yo
Tr�gate el gusano cabr�n, soy el mat�n
Si no me matas te mato a ti como un ladr�n
Conf�a en nadie, vengo pa tr�s
Y jam�s me cruces a m� porque yo tengo m�s
Me recuerdo lo que dijo Jes�s:
'Si quieres el dinero, paisa, tienes que ser primero'
Que te peguen mis palabras, est� listo pa morir
A todo tiempo, porque si no vas a sufrir...

Chorus

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

The Last Assassin

by Cypress Hill

[Phone Call]
Bueno
?Como esta todo?
Bien, bien, que bueno, que bueno
Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas
25 (veinticinco) ahora y 25 despues
Y a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto
Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles
Aha por la Pico y la Figueroa

[B-Real]
Lookin' back in the days of my youth no doubt
I didn't have any role models kickin' the truth out
So who am I supposed to look up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blue
Now I had 2 choices, what could I be?
Down with, runnin' with the pigs or the g's
Let's see, a pig ain't done nothin' for me
But try to guide me to the penetentiary
The g's on the other hand wanna see me
Callin' shots in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm [edit] unfortunatley
So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood family
G's in the hood are influential
Pigs on the street are detrimental
A g's got stripes on his credentials
Growin' up ain't easy in the Central

[Chorus]
In the soul of the one holdin' the gun
Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination
The lone hard core to the bone individual
Highly adavanced than your average criminal
Through the shadows I lurk through the alleys
And rooftops, scoped and aimed at your brain
Until we meet in the next world again
Until the year 2000 come on in my friend

An O.G. told me how to make some ends
To get the Rolex and the phat fuckin Benz
All I gotta do is take out a few friends
Disappear for a while then come back again
I used to have to hit them with the long range shot
In time I got better in the closer I got
The last thing I learned was the knife in hand
Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man
You could never understand how my mind works
The professional methods I use when I do dirt
Enemies and adversaries on the contract
No combat, I catch them in their Z's

[Chorus]
No one ever knows how the cards get dealt
In the hands of the maker when you break yourself
Why do I do do do things I do
Nobody was ever there for me to talk to
Once I was youngster, pure and true
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick crew
You could never understand what I go through
There could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made this far
In the gang set trippin'
Givin' up the set I claim
Pigs lookin' at me and they wanna take aim
But I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the same

[Chorus] - [last line is different]
Until the year 2000 my friend

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Trouble

by Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
It's been a while now
Been around the block many miles
Many faces, many places
That I found ?friend's? traces
Where I spend time, places where my roam
Places I can call home
Places I can get stoned
I just wanna be alone
When I'm feelin' in my zone
People want to knock me down
'Cos they never have their own
They won't get the best of me
But they try hopelessly
Why you wanna fuck wit' me?
I'm not, what you s'posed to be?
You could not give a DAMN
Coulda just Killed A Man
Sawed off in my hand
But I had to kill the plan
Think I've found my piece of mind
Feet planted on the ground
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself
It all goes around me and others who would down me
Who I don't give a fuck about,
Trouble always found me,
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!

Chorus 1 : B Real (repeat 2x)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
You want trouble, c'mon,
You want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon
You want trouble?

[Sen Dog]
Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time
Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned
A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn
I try to put it to you (?) so you bitches can learn
That no-body get tired when it's time to burn
With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled
In to actually believin' that some shit is cool
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself
Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT!

Chorus 1 (Repeat 2x)
[B-Real] Nooooo!
*scratching interlude*
[B-Real]
Look, the wall's closin' in
and my shoe's wearin' thin
Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
Called me "Rock Superstar", "Insane In The Brain"
But I know I haven't changed
So I brush you to the side
Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside
Times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out
Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk
If you're feelin (?), son, then I guess you gotta jump
I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your (?)

Chorus 1 (Repeat 2x)
Chorus 2: B-Real [Sen Dog] (Repeat 4x)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL!
[You want trouble right now?
C'mon
You want trouble right now?
C'mon]

[B-Real] You want trouble, c'mon
You want trouble?
(Repeat 4x)

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

What's Your Number?

by Cypress Hill

Let's go!
I met her at the club, her friend liked me but she didn't.
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits.
She didn't want to be one of those ho's whose clothes
exploiting their body's from head to toes. She had glossy lips,
she was swaying her hips on the dance floor and every ni--
flashing the grips trying to impress her in vain,
she gave no play, tend to offer numbers and she said no way.
I thought to myself let it go the girl on beat,
but like Smoky 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 conquer
pain so I slowly walked over and I asked her name

Chorus 2x:
What's your name? What's your number?
I would like to get to know you,
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, Girl
Give me a chance

She gave a smile but I got no answer though it took a while
before she could gave a chance she sat too cool. I offered her
a drink she turned me down flat she said "If you want my name
you gotta do better than that." I said, "Okay, 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 reals, but every
guy in the club tries slipping me pills, I don't trust that each
and everyone would lie to you" I said "I understand but that's
not what I tried to do, I wasn't even gonna go 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."
She gave me a funny look, I couldn't tell what it meant. She let
her guard down and on the conversation went

Chorus 2x:
What's your name? What's your number?
I would like to get to know you,
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, Girl
Give me a chance

Lets go!
She said I want a man with the plan and ambition not an immature...
on a... get mission. I'm too good but 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 want to 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
alright, 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, take a walk on the street?
We slipped outta the club with no worries, seemed she wanted to get
out in a hurry. We hung all night, and we lost our friends...'til
they caught us banging in the back of a Benz.

Chorus 4x:
What's your name? What's your number?
I would like to get to know you,
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young, Girl
Give me a chance

Let's go!

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

When The Shit Goes Down

by Cypress Hill

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 ass 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 ass 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 shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit 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 shit
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 shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Worldwide

by Cypress Hill

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

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

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

Chorus
Verse 3
(BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
(SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'

Chorus

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

3 Lil Putos

by Cypress Hill

"Live and direct"
One little two little three little putos
Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
Taking no shit 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 cock
Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
When I'm peepin'
Checkin' out the punk-ass 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

Manhattan · Psycho Killer

......lista songova Cypress Hilla koji su dosad postavljeni (abecedni red):

3 Lil Putos
Ain't goin out like that
A man
Amplified
Another victory
A to the K
Audio X
Bitter
Break it up
Can I live
Can't get the bes of me
Catastrophe
Checkmate
Crossfire
Everybody must get stoned
Here is something you can't understand
Highlife
Illusions
Ilusiones
It ain't easy
Killafornia
Killa Hill
Kronologik
Last laugh
Let it rain
L.I.F.E.
Light another
Locotes
Lowrider
Memories
Money
Muevete
Never know
Once again
One last cigarette
Pigs
Psycobetabuckdown
Puercos
Tequila
The funky Cypress Hill shit
The last assassin
Trouble
What go around come around
What's your number?
What you want from me
When the shit goes down
Worldwide