Cypress Hill- Cypress Hill (self titled)
PIGS
"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male Hispanic, and a possible male black. They have their vehic' er van parked outside..." This pig harassed the whole neighbourhood 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's 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 'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart And when ya tell 'em that you're 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 'Cause 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 this little punk Anybody like pork-chops? How ''bout a ham sandwich? How ''bout a ham sandwich?
HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN
"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm sayin'? And it goes like this:" Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah Of the funky Buddha Eluder Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked So come on as Cypress starts to kick it 'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin' While suckers are hidin' Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin' By Hanging out the window With my magnum taking out some putos Acting kind of loco I'm just another local Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand I'm ignoring all the dumb shit Yo, because nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming Hummin', Coming at ya Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya Time for some action Just a fraction of friction I got the clearance To run the interference Into your satellite Shining a battle light Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right Here's an example Just a little sample How I could just kill a man One-time tried to come in my home Take my chrome I said, "Yo, it's on!" Take cover son or you're assed-out How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway That young punk had to pay So I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man It's gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I had to establish To lite My spliff ignite You with insight So if you ain't down, bullshit! Say some punk tried to get you for your auto Would you call the One-time and play the role model? No! I think you'll play like a thug Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug Humming coming at ya Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya! How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome Just for a bucket Or a fast duck it Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!" Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand "All I wanted was a Pepsi!" "What does it all mean?"
HAND ON THE PUMP
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 wet ya Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha Thinking 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, this is going boo-ya You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun Here I come son Yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little faster Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya With my Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from 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 pitbull Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And I'm handin' out beatdowns Get your face down! Put me in chains Try to beat my brains I can get out, but the grudge remains When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya Gatt ya Fucking do ya Shotgun goes boo-ya! Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit, Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with 'Cause I'm the chill one Known to get ill when They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind 'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish Some say life is a bitch Ask that punk who dug his own ditch Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laa Look at all of those funeral cars 'Cause I'm a Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa
HOLE IN THE HEAD
[Sen Dog] Gangster Red, whassup yo? [Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang Verse One: B-Real Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente See a gang, no there ain't no jugete Rollin like a psycho with the windows rolled down Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown? Plato, si mon, you want static When you reach for your gat to load your automatic (Boo-yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots Homey say blood clot, so you can call a pig Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog A hole in your head A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head In your head! 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!/In your head A hole in the head, a hole in the head Verse Two: B-Real Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes? It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy! Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner Still had the forty, comin at the alley Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187) A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen) Get your ass down! And by the way Chorus A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all Doobie doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all! Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all Verse Three: B-Real Six rollin up and now he's really baffled Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up) Beat down (down) on the way to the station Gaffled up from a false accusation Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya Wet ya, you know homes the picture (Yeah you never been to jail boy!) Broomstick up your ass And by the way, you get Chorus 2X [Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up This is hell boy [Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang [Sen Dog] What side is that Red? [B-Real] Can they kick it? Can they kick it? Yeah, can they kick it? I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it
ULTRAVIOLET DREAMS
Ultraviolet dreams Take a hit of that stuff Ultraviolet dreams That's some good shit man! Stuff should light now Oh that shit's good man! Ultraviolet dreams It's like the biggest joint man (Oh no!) That's the hook up! Ultraviolet dreams Hook up, this is! (Pass that shit homey) Pass it around (That stuff right there) Ultraviolet dreams Orderly, hey I'm holdin it Let me see that Ultraviolet dreams That's some good shit man! God damn! Feed me That's some good shit *inhales, exhales*
The phunky feel one Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen 'bout ready to get down? (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 been On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo' Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy? In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town You got to relax, we got to kick back Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black Chorus: B-Real Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot? Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man With the greater lyric, if you can spare it Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black Chorus Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog Standin on the corner, close to the real estate Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonight Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up Was a funky looker But that's another story black Chorus: (together)
BREAK IT UP
Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill Cypress Hill! (repeat 13X to fade)
STONED IS THE WAY OF THE WALK
Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well it's the alley cat Puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal But yo I ain't all o' that Hit ya with a baseball bat An' ya wanna ill though Wanna mess around ya get bucked on the hill bro Kick it like a steel toe Real slow Hits from the bong Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it with Chong Just like Cheech 'n' Chong frontin' with ice cream Cypress hill is here to give you a nice dream Speak it like a roller and you know it's rolled tightly I like a funky beat so why ya tryin' ta fight me Pigs often cite me That's not polite G At any hour of the day you know I might be Harassed by a pig real fast They wanna Rodney King me Always tryin' ta crowd my ass Ain't got no class I hit they ass like the Buddha that's stinky They wanna scruff but they just so rinky-dinky I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk Sen got the Phillie an' he's gonna light the blunt Sippin' at the kufu Make me go cuckoo! Somethin' like loco Then I turn into this loocool Bringin' the beta yeah now the funk's risin' Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen As I kick a drum beat comin' straight from my sinus Crazy nasal vocals can I make the hotties loco I remember Sister Maggie Breasts were kinda saggy Used to sell me Buddha out of fucked up little baggies Honey'd up a twenty even when I had no money She said "Pay me back with some Latin dick Sonny" I'd never went out and I don't think I'm gonna Just for some Buddha she wanted me to bone her Demeaning You think you know what I'm meaning I got somethin' for the ho's to be scheming On the Buddha Real I took a trip to Hootaville I'll throw you out the door of my big blue Seville Then light another joint This ain't no exploitation For we are the ones stonin' in the ways of the masters Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk "Hit the ass Hit the ass like the Buddha that's stinky"
LATIN LINGO
("Bad, let's start the fuckin show, ah?") [Sen Dog] Freak to the funk that no-one else is bringing Sen Dog with the funky bilenge Yeah that's the nombre, heard the homey Peace to Mellow and Frost, and the deportee Sen Dog is not kid from the Telano I'm down, another fried hispano One of the many of the Latin deseyano [de-say-ahnyo] And I got plenty for the Jennies tryin to hound dog But wait, they're clownin on me cause of my language I have to tell em straight up, it's called spanglish Now who's on the fiend, gala gringo Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual Yeah, funky bilingual! Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual It's the Latin lingo! [Sen Dog] From the entro, when I come in, suckers fronted They mida, another bilingual from bein a banga, como ejemplo, check the tempo Ahh, it's that chingonla instrumental Ya no usted, como somos Yo no jovo, I gots the soul dose And you can hear it, in las skonkas Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger Don't be such a leper what chupa la cabeza Hey homes, pass the cervaza Before I have to go and push up on your resa Hmm, she's fine, son que fresca Here homes have a hit of this yesca Deep yo enseno [en-senyo] the lingua la prento Now you know, that I am in the centro Where you live, si tu puedes Nowadays you ain't shit without your puentes Something like it's gangbang, vatos get it BANG BANG Could of hung out with them now you callin me a insane Senta la mi cado, senta mi conmigo Make way, for the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual Funky bilinguals hoe! Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual It's the Latin lingo, baby! Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual Funky bilingual... Some of that old Latin funk, know what I'm sayin? [Sen Dog] (What's up homey? Don't you know me?) Si mon (Ain't you the brother of the mas pingo?) Straight up And I'm down with La Raza Kid Frost got my back, BOO-YAA! in la casa Cause everyday things get a little crazier As I step to the microphone area First I claim my city, pudo Los Angeles [an-heles] Yeah (you know homes) that's where the calles is Vato wouldn't know me, along with the heinas Catchin all them slippin, for they such a one-timer So when you see me at the party or the baile Before I got here I was gaffled in the calle Troop like a vacho who said I was baracho Had an attitude, tried to play me macho Just relax, calmado mijo Sen Dog with the funky bilingual Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual Funky bilingual Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual Funky bilingual Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual Funky bilingual... funky baby! Yeah, I'd like to send peace, to my homeboy B-Real Mellow Man Ace, Kid Frost, Ralph M the Mexican And we're out
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