I Ain`t Goin` Out Like That Cypress Hill

I Ain't Goin' Out Like That COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!!

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

Illusions (Q-Tip Remix) Cypress Hill

Some people tell me that I need help Some people can fuck off and go to hell God dam why they criticize me Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me Fuck em and feed em cuz I don′t need

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

I ain't goin' out like that Cypress Hill

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

I Ain't Going Out Like That Cypress Hill

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

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 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 (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

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 Cypress Hill

To the one on the flamboyant tip, just toss that ham In the fryin' pan Like spam Feel done when I come in slam Damn I feel like the son of sam Don't make me wreck shit hectic Next to the chair

Insane In The Brain (LP Ver.) Cypress Hill

To the one on the flam Boy your temper just toss that ham In the fryin' pan Like spam Feel done when I come in slam Damn I feel like the son of sam Don't make me wreck shit hectic Next to the chair got

Insane In The Brain (Extended) Cypress Hill

To the one on the flam Boy your temper just toss that ham In the fryin' pan Like spam Feel done when I come in slam Damn I feel like the son of sam Don't make me wreck shit hectic Next to the chair got

Here Is Something You Can`t Understand (Feat. Kurupt) Cypress Hill

Intro - [Kurupt] Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that?

Here Is Something You Can't Understand (Feat. Kurupt) Cypress Hill

Intro - [Kurupt] Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that?

Throw Your Hands In The Air Cypress Hill

Intro: Sen Dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up... ...so get it on kid!

Bong Hit Cypress Hill

′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

I Remember That Freak Bitch Cypress Hill

[B Real] I remember that freak bitch up in the clubs The Victoria's Secret she give love No matter which way you keep it You'll get shoved out the picture now peep it (You get the gloves bitch!)

(Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose Cypress Hill

[B-Real] I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right Pigs coming up and shining the bright light Nothing

Whatta You Know Cypress Hill

The fucker took my phone I still can′t believe that he robbed my home! Whatta you know? I think he got to the herb And the ferria, and the jewlery, and the Mausberg Whatta you know?

Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill

' 'bout Son I took the first shot And it's all over now One nation Buddha groove Smoke a pound for the sake of it Every time I make a move Smooth and togetha Raw like leatha Ain't goin' out like

A Man 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

Lowrider Cypress Hill

Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin

Real Estate Cypress Hill

Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill Step off! You know why?

Illusions Cypress Hill

"Aw man wake up... ' fuck is goin' on?" "Shit" "Oh shit I can't wake up nigga..." "Oh shit, what the fuck's goin' on?

Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill

cap-peela', strapped illa, I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala', Get'cha fix of the uncut funk, A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be, Move it up, just move it on out

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

[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

Lowrider (Radio Edit) Cypress Hill

[Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got

HAND ON THE PUMP Cypress Hill

Well I'm an alley cat Some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat See I'm all of that Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha Thinking like a peace

A To The K Cypress Hill

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

Locotes Cypress Hill

don't stop `till I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gatt But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back `Two' thievery `One' robbery `One' robbery 'Cause jackin' is my hobby Give out that

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

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

From The Window Of My Room Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear While others keep it inside

Lick a Shot Cypress Hill

You can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner I'll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool Hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that

Lick A Shot Cypress Hill

Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude!

Hits From The Bong (T-Ray's Mix) Cypress Hill

Take it, pack it, fire it up , come along and take your hit from the bong Put the pipe down just for a second Don′t get me wrong its not a new method Inhale..exhale..just got a ounce in the mail I

3 Lil Putos Cypress Hill

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

3 Lil` Putos Cypress Hill

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

Lil' Putos Cypress Hill

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

Lock Down Cypress Hill

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

3 Lil' Putos Cypress Hill

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 4 5 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes

Make A Move Cypress Hill

it on out, no doubt We the number one crew Kickin' more gas niggas out the house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother `Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the

Get It Anyway Cypress Hill

lookin' for trouble I don't follow a lead, tomorrow's a dream Pray to God to intervene on all the sorrow I've seen You want out of here?

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

Cuban Necktie Cypress Hill

I got the hogs sweatin' more than Bob Barino I switch tongue buenos caso me camino Then I switch it back cuz in that style I swing yo Beat your head like a drum [SPANISH] I sit back simply pretend

Killa Hill Cypress Hill

[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

It Ain't Easy Cypress Hill

motherfuckers are all commited to stay It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it Don't walk through life with your blinders on 'Cos you'll keep goin

Psychodelic Vision Cypress Hill

, inconceivable That half the shit I set out to do was achievable But alas, look at all the shit come to pass While we remained strong, others broke like glass Cos you lack style, and you need all the

Interlude Cypress Hill

I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today