Cypress Hill

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liriksi od Cypress Hill-a

The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

by Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
for you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my dick -- bite it
There's nuttin you can do about the real one
It'sa ill sum with the ill juice, I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+
Sen'll +Psycobeta+, blast ya if he hasta
Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Strikin ya (hittin ya) buckin ya (fuckin ya)
Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep PLUCKIN ya
Pickin ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talkin about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X)
[B-Real]
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How bout this mug kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feelin, the chemicals vibin
Are you realizin, that, it's gettin better?
Surprisin you, whether or not, your shit's together
from the high-pitched levels (comin from my rebels)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
ingredients, gettin that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
(Yeah I'm still comin atcha, but you don't need to duck down
Cause this is somethin different than a Psychobetabuckdown!)

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X)
..
[Sen] Kick that shit B-Real!
[B-Real]
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(to get you all jazzed) from here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin (?)
(?) it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin up a list
so you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
if you get too much, and roll it too straight
yo it's a fatal blow, somethin like a ?
Yeah it'll sting ya, (?)
See ya, I'm on it, somethin for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin the buddha thai
Lungs expandin and now you're feelin it
Yeah, the funky cypress hill shit!

[Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X)

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Killa Hill

by Cypress Hill Featuring RZA, U-God

[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui
yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!"

[B-Real]
In the midst of the madness
No question, who's the baddest
MCs in the game runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you
Killa Hill Niggas
Cleaned in my dream
Cookin' up a scheme
For all them big bank niggas
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
In a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!

[RZA]
Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin'
Son I catch clean like Dominicans
Last Mohican
Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York
Where chumps get extorted for Newports
What you thought

[B-Real]
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again

[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la
cara!"

[U-God]
Words droppin' chant
The check DI slant
I'm taking these cannabis plants
Yo for granted
Exotic narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-Babylon pleasure
Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad
Put you in a coma
Comma
Llama
Smash-crashin' your armor
Drama
I'm a
Stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell
At the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from
It's where you're in the mentals
And if not, yo' credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View things surrounding me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin' or braggin'
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon

[B-Real]
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease,
Ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger

[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television. Todos
los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro
pais. Y todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. Tambien,
van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia,
va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con
la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos
cabrones..."

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A To The K

by Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin 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, cock the hammer, then kick down the do'

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN 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 fuck the BROWN
DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound
La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound
Shit 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 motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
It's gonna be on.. it's gonna be on..
(It's gonna be on.. GOIN ON!)
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 cocked 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 motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)
A to the motherfuckin K homeboy
A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Can't Get The Best Of Me

by Cypress Hill

(Sen Dog)
Hell nah
You can't handle a man of my superior strength
I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length
Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em
My rhyme style ?makin turn dropper?
My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like I said before I'm takin you lame whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin
And when you tell me you better bring styles
Cause mine can go on and on and on for miles

(Chorus)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)

(B-Real)
Five roll with the weakest
What you need is ? the chrome plated heater
So you can peep this
Tragedy had to be in your mind soakin in
Sad to see you broken down
Not at least broken in
Can't stop some hill shit
>From comin though
The reality is out with the old
And with the new
Ways and things change
With strange ?haids? of braids shade?
Switch place life and life plays with ?thumb pain?
Does and untrues, the mobb leaves no clues
In the dark confused, we choose to eat you
Out the whole stroke away so I can listen-a
We don't stop if you can't fuck commissioner

(Chorus)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)
CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
(Can't hold me down)

(Sen Dog)
Nigga get up on a rhymin (???)
Takin out crews who think they are baddest
Mad dog Sen for real is the maddest
Fuck you punk and you're A&R status
I stand in a zone though I'm never alone
B-Real got my back checkin at your dome
So when it comes down to who's (Spanish)
I'm down for the pound and slangin the (Spanish)
(Whole line in Spanish)
Gonna make a move and smoke your fuckin hot-show
Remove that sucker and the wack-ass shit
Cause every time I see he's actin like a bitch
So let's get it straight I smoke the competition
Breakin down fools in my muthafuckin mission
One by one they'll all come out missin
You can't fuck with this here kid I ain't bitchin

(Chorus)
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
(Can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

L.I.F.E.

by Cypress Hill

(performed by Cypress Hill / Kokane)
[Bobo]
Once again
We're back
It's the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is

[Beat fades in]
{5x} Whoop
Legalize it,
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Legalize it (Yeah)
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Will ADVERTISE IT!

Chorus - Cypress featuring Kokane
Once Upon,
*singing*
Muggs, Sen Dog *Bing* B-Real and Bobo
L.I.F.E (Now Here it is )
Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo)
Cypress Hill is still here
We're from *?* those glad emcees
Stilly Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why
Why-y-y

[B-Real]
Never fucked like this
But I smoke blunts like this (Ha!)
People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? (and like that?)
Cuz I believe in doing what I got' a
A lot' a people don't understand nada
The Mic burns you as it turn's to a slaughter
You wanna think about
Chilling the fuck out
You all (C'mon chill)
Top Allah, Pop color
Niggas, LatinThugs
All my family love winners
Beginners get pushed to back of the pack
Invented and left out without no attack
You're at the top of the game
But you work on a name
It took one day to put us in the walk of fame (Yo)
Don't call a name to recall the fame
Eventually Dru Hill is in the hall of fame
You know what the deal is
You know what the HILL is
You know what the B-Real is
You know what my skill is

Chorus &
Hook 4X

[Sen Dog]
I get mental
This ain't no pad and a pencil
Throw the microphone my only utensil
I tag the cheque like I got nothing to lose (That's right)
I test myself set up, just shut up
And brew that C-Y-P-R-E-S-S
Got you funky and I real deaf
Put it to the test
And you will confess
Soul Assassins is the best
Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (echoes)
Sixth LP from that ThugDogLatin
I turn the heat up and keep it hot
Always give ya mo' and then thank we got
Phreak the HIP HOP and the hot ride
I'm home to make shows and I came right
At first 'self titled' , became an idol
Back when I was seen in a Sub town barrio

Chorus &
Hook 4X

Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo

[B Real]
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why

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Never Know

by Cypress Hill

[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]
[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]

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Once Again

by Cypress Hill

"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]

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

What Go Around Come Around

by Cypress Hill

Come on come on
(time for some action)
yeah yeah
(time for some action)
Come on come on
(time for some action)
yeah yeah
(time for some action)
Come on come on
Drunk ass fool
just a punk ass
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 ass 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
fuckin 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 (go 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
Shit
I get real shit
yo shit
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 ass 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 (go 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 ass 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 (go 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
(time, time for some action)
check me and I'll check you back
check me and I'll check you back

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

What U Want From Me

by Cypress Hill

(B-Real)
Huh
What you want?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me what, tell me what
Want you want from me, huh?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me doggs
Want you want from me?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want from me?

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

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

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

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

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

(B-Real)
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me what you want
What you want from me?
What you want from me?

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

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

A Man

by Cypress Hill

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

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

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

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

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

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

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Ain't Goin Out Like That

by Cypress Hill

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-ass 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 fuck 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 DICK UP!! GEEEYEA

stamenid · Prijatelj foruma

Amplified

by Cypress Hill

[Intro]
* "Say what?" scratched repeatedly *

[Sen Dog]
I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer
Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers
Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams
Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing
Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with that
Flavour of the month, bro, (?) try to dispatch
Always got the good badge, take it to the head
Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
Don't trip, get a grip, be strong and don't fake it
Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked
I just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit
You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it

Chorus - Sen Dog and B-Real (repeat 2x)
Welcome to the show, all come inside
You can hear proper sound when it's Amplified
You wanna party with the best and say "fuck the rest"
'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less

[B-Real]
When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth still
If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel
If you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel
What you sought was real, to give 'em slots to fill
Busters stop to deal
But I face them, quicker than takin' a box of pills
Now you gots to chill
Get cops and sheilds, steady, hark the (?)
If they're lookin' for prey, ready to stalk and kill
As I lock the wheel, don't you mock the drill
'Cos I'll cock my steel, make you drop and spill
Got no mercy unless you talk to deal
Quit talk and kneel, you won't top my will, bitch!

Chorus (repeat 2x)
* "Say what?" scratched some more*
[Sen Dog]
Ain't no-body better, on that you can bet (CY-PRESS!)
Wanna see a dope show? Put your money on my set
Real emcees and real DJs
Real South-siders from the heart of LA
Now, back in the day we had big sucess
And it's like that now and we won't settle for less
You can beat the LB from the new latin lingo
Nowadays you nothin', without a hit single
Time to get loco, and put bodies in motion
Hit the stage in a rage, and start up a commotion
No I ain't jokin, see my mic smokin'?
I slam it like the art and make sure it's broken

Chorus (repeat 2x)
*scratching to fade*