A To The K Cypress Hill

[B-Real] A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)

Hole in the Head Cypress Hill

A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head Huh!

It Ain\'t Nothin\' (feat. Young De) Cypress Hill

[Opening] [B-Real] I used to carry a glock On the waist line Man I don\'t waste time I\'m strong on the bass line You\'ll never taste mine See me on the screen Fuckers beggin\' for face time

Killa Hill Cypress Hill

[Capitan Pingaloca] "esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. aqui Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca. why to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va Pa'l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre

A Man Cypress Hill

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

Hand On The Glock Cypress Hill

cypress hill cypress hill cypress hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say I'm no good Claimin I'm a criminal But lets make it understood Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole

HAND ON THE PUMP Cypress Hill

you him or no man Master mind maniac and a menace Oh, how they want to pass a sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed So now the nigga's hist' Rude and crude like a

High Times Cypress Hill

B'Real: The very first time I hit the weed I was young Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81 Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the

Hand On The Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix) Cypress Hill

like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride I′m not a bad guy, but I′m the funky feel one Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel Lettin out a bullet

Catastrophe Cypress Hill

what's crackin' and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue of what's about

Rise Up (Feat. Tom Morello) Cypress Hill

Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn Im on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way

Boom Biddy Bye Bye Cypress Hill

Boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy bye bye Step back as I'm kicking up dust For a while As I put mothafuckas to rest And pull their files Out from the cabinet With the picture Get the 45 and settle

Born To Get Busy Cypress Hill

Cypress] Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 2X [Sen Dog] I'm the the stiff and I do get nice-r Up the pussy when we in the same party, what We can do this bro, we can't be maxin The figures

Real Estate Cypress Hill

[B-Real] You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real) Seekin to find the toys, with no

Can I Get A Hit Cypress Hill

Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats in background 6X] [B-Real] You know I hate it when I roll a joint and give it to somebody Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party Laughin and gigglin

Make A Move Cypress Hill

[Shots fired] Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha Burnin' in my bong NOW You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves Move it out, just move

Killa Hill Niggas Cypress Hill

Y to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!"

16 Men Till There's No Men Left Cypress Hill

Ladies and gentlemen We would like to present to you A group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous Ladies and gentlemen, cypress, hill So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy On whose got

Strictly Hip Hop Cypress Hill

figures, And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit, And made it my first single, fuck a hit, Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, I'm gonna, and all of it, It's a damn

Stricktry Hip Hop Cypress Hill

I got brain damage, But, I don't give a fuck cause I still manage, To represent to the fullest, No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, To the studio gangsta with the articles, In them magazines with

Stank Ass Hoe Cypress Hill

And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor I got double platinum records on the wall

HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN Cypress Hill

"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm sayin'?

Steel Magnolia (featuring Barron Ricks) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell To meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell Buckshots

From The Window Of My Room Cypress Hill

for the pride they hold dear Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man See it all, be

The Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill

(repeat 2x) Ladies and gentlemen Verse One: B-Real Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've

money cypress hill

Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Till Death Do Us Part Song: Money [DJ Muggs] 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

We Live This Shit Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right [B-Real] Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my

Break 'Em Off Some Cypress Hill

This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Commin atcha in 93'!

One Last Cigarette Cypress Hill

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?

Last Laugh Cypress Hill

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?

What's Your Number? Cypress Hill

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

Break `Em Off Some Cypress Hill

Through the car swings The fireing pins go click when I duck behind the trash bin Ran out of ammo no doubt my gatt is dry like a fuckin drought got to make my way home hit the gate and get

Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill

[B-Real]: 1 for trouble, 8 for the road, 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load, Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk, I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, Up and down the blvd., I'm a natrual-born

Superstar Cypress Hill

(chorus) So you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large A big house. Five cars,the rent charged. Comin' up in the world.

Busted in the Hood Cypress Hill

[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

Interlude Cypress Hill

Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall With the bloodstains, eye of

What's Your Number? (Feat. Tim Armstrong) Cypress Hill

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 Niggas hit her up for numbers and she

Insane In The Brain Cypress Hill

Insane In the Brain To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek

Insane in the Brain Cypress Hill

Insane in the Brain Who you trin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?

Certified Bomb Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true

Checkmate Cypress Hill

Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get

Illusions (Q-Tip Remix) Cypress Hill

I never wanted to hurt a nigga Unless you come flexing that trigger I′ll dig ya that grave on the east side of town Now your six feet underground From man to the dust to the ashes All I remember

Insane in the brain Cypress Hill

To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me

Insane In The Brain (Radio Edit) Cypress Hill

To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke

What`s Your Number? Cypress Hill

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

L.I.F.E. (Feat. Kokane) Cypress Hill

[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

Kronologik (Feat. Kurupt) Cypress Hill

This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga [B-Real] '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin

Trouble cypress hill

Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Stoned Raiders Song: Trouble Typed by: people_equal_lovely@hotmail.com [B-Real] It's been a while now Been around the block many miles Many faces, many places

Killafornia Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Living in the city of the Scandalous Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die!

PIGS Cypress Hill

"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, and a possible male black.