Cypress Hill- Black Sunday
I WANNA GET HIGH
I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high Well it's the funk elastic The blunt I twist it The slammer five Buddha fine Funk on your desk, es' Oh what you missed this You got to bear witness Catch a ho', and another ho' Merry Christmas Yes I smoke shit Straight off the roach clip I roll shit Fold the blunt At once To approach it Forward motion Make you sway like the ocean The herb is more than just a powerful potion What's the commotion Yo I'm not joking around, people learnin' ''bout what they're smoking My oven's on high when I roast the quayo Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale Exhale Now you the phunk of the Thai' When I feel the effects I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high I want to get high, so high
I AIN'T GOING OUT LIKE THAT
Let's kick it ese Comin' out da slums It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill I'll bust that grill Grab my gatt, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my plastic Glock automatic Synthetic material, bury your blocks `n' mortar Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin' that smelly Northern Cali' Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum Hear the gatt come Boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do It's a sin 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 gatts'll be smokin' I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin' Know that I come with the static Erratic Four-five automatic Screamin' at ya The red lights beamin' at ya No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood In the oven I'm cooked Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under Don't make Stevie Wonder Why 'Cause he'll testify 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 got you 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 pull of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota! And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb So we exchanged a few words But he got me stirred up Enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off! 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 "Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too. Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!"
INSANE IN THE BRAIN
Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco? 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 me goin' like General Electric EEEN! The lights are blinking I'm thinking It's all over when I go out drinking Oh, makin' my mind slow, That's why I don't fuck wit da big four-o Bro', I got ta maintain `Cause a nigga like me is goin' Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Do my shit undercover Now it's time for the blubba Blabba To watch that belly get fatter Fat boy on a diet Don't try it I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot Much too fat like a sumo slammin' that ass Leavin' your face in the grass You know I don't take a dulo Lightly Punks just jealous `cause they can't outwrite me So kick that style: wicked, wild Happy face nigga never seen me smile Rip that mainframe I'll explain A nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Going insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain Insane It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong Played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got to get my props Cops Come and try to snatch my crops These pigs wanna blow my house down Head underground To the next town They get mad When they come to raid my pad And I'm out in the night blue scad Yes I'm the pirate pilot Of this ship if I get Wit' the ultraviolet dream Hide from the red light beam Now do you believe in the unseen Look, but don't make your eyes strain A nigga like me is goin' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the membrane Plenty insane Got no brain! Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain! Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain It's because I'm loco "...I think I'm going crazy..."
WHEN THE SHIT GOES DOWN
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 that's 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 surrounded I'm 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 y'all 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)
LICK A SHOT
"Oh yeah it is!" "Colour is not important." Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" 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! 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 corner, feel the concrete If ya push that by like nothin' Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Sunday morning Wake up it's stormin' Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin' Cats an' dogs Pigs in a wagon Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin' Scooby-Doo An' fucked down too Ploy me Don't let your punk ass try me Gonna take more Then you better call your backup team And wait for the crew I'm the one flippin' Keepin' the clip On my hip an' Just watch your back if you're slippin' Oooo Where did that .22 Come from When the bullet past through my lung I've lost my breath I'm winded I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended I hear thunder I wonder If a nigga like me's goin' under Take a number! Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Had a bad dream Woke up in a casket Now I can't even get back at the bastard Bull-shit! This pine box Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx Critical bell rings Snapped out the dream What the fuck's up with the funny red beam Pointin' at me I got no strap G What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me Bam, I feel numb Where did the shotgun blast come from Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm
3 LI'L PUTOS
"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
HITS FROM THE BONG
Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it Pack it Fire it up, come along And take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down Just for a second Don't get me wrong It's not a new method Inhale Exhale Just got an ounce in the mail I like a blunt or a big fat cone But my double-barrel bong Is gettin' me stoned I'm skill it There's water inside don't spill it It smells like shit on the carpet Still it Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit Sing my song Puff all night long As I take hits from the bong Hits from the bong y'all Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Let's smoke that bowl Hit the bong And then take that finger off of that hole Plug it Unplug it Don't strain I love you Mary Jane She never complains When I hit Mary With that flame I light up the cherry She's so good to me When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen Don't get me stirred up The smoke, through the bubbling water Is makin' it pure so I got ta Take my hit and hold it Just like Chong I get the bowl and I reload it Get my four-footer and bring it on As I take hits from the bong Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Straighten your dick out Gonna get high
WHAT GO AROUND COME AROUND
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 ain'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 disconnect 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 Comin' 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 static 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
HAND ON THE GLOCK
Cypress Hill Cypress Hill Cypress Hill Cruising through the neighbourhood Some say I'm no good Claimin I'm a criminal But let's make it understood Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole lot) Ya get the click of the glock When I pull of the chrome toy Check me and I'll check you back (check you back) Then jump back to my big Buddha like I'm not a bad guy But don't take advantage I'm throwin out the garbage just show me where the can is All I was doin was searchin for the boon Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom Lucky I ducked quick Or else I'd be assed up Last thing I wanted was have to pull the gatt out here comes a nigga And he's got a .38 Well my roundhouse said hey yo I'm shootin up straight Cuz I put away the shotgun borrow me a glock Took a little trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm Commin from Self defence turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm Commin from Self defence turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Couple niggas from the east side fuckin up ya program No one witnessed But they heard the gun blast It left the problem unsolved now I'm gonna sum up people gettin hurt in the process of the come up Gotta with the fools That'll wait for you to run up Rollin in the hood That's already shot up Pocket full of gatts And see if we can spot the Homey that's slick In the process of the dip When we find this out Gonna unload the clip! And take a little trip down to Rio My neighbourhood's hot and so I gots to go chill Cuz I put away the shotgun borrow me a glock Took a little trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm comin' from Self defence turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm comin' from Self defence turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit Think I'll load a clip Let's see if you can deal with Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit When the infrared's pointin at your head kid And that's just to bad yo Now I'm headed up a river in a boat with no paddle Shoulda put the glock down (glock down) Now they got me in lock down livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind Cuz self defence turns to the offense But nobody even really knows that (knows that) All they see is me and the gatt Up in the court room Lookin at the jury Starin down the punk ass district attorney la-la-la-la-lala-la! Verdict's in You're not guilty as charged When I put away my shotgun borrow me a glock Took a little trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala-la! Understand where I'm comin' from Self defence turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) Understand where I'm comin' from Self defence turns to the offense (right, were down, were down) (cypress hill...)
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