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1. _ Pigs
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood, 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'a 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. 'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart, And when ya tell 'em that your 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. 'Cos 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 the little punk. Anybody like pork-chops ? How 'bout a ham sandwich ? How 'bout a ham sandwich ? more free lyrics |
2. _ 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 deporte 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 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, knowhatI'msayin? [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 more free lyrics |
3. _ Tres Equis
Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina Tremendos cocos y tambien ella es linda A veces me la cojo en la cocina Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga Yo le dije dame tu bollo Me dice negro loco tu no eres mi novio A mi me importa un carajo A mi cuarto meterte un palo Por tu culo o por tu chocha Y ya tu sabes que no me importa Y ella me dice suavesito Yo pienso que tu eres bien rico Cuando me toca por mi frente Ya tu me tienes bien caliente Y cuando me tocas por detras Ya tu sabes sin parar Acabe de singar y me levante Fui al bano y me ban~e Sali del cuarto y me esperaba Con los ojos negros y bonita cara Pongo mi camisa y mi pantalon Se ria y me dice, "Negro sendenton" Estaba fina Esta muchacha estaba tan pinga Hay! cuando se lo meti Cuando se lo meti, grito, "papppi" Estaba del carajo brother No olvidate olvidate Nunca habia singao yo como singue esa vez Estaba fina more free lyrics |
4. _ 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* more free lyrics |
5. _ Real Estate
[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 flavor See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course some go nut, the power of the last one slower, flower, blower Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH Now you can't see I'm real great? 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? This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off! [B-Real] This is the crime you find you're not an exponent Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king of a minor ? All for 47, swung ? eleven Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven Weak ducks, duckin and buckin Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it So go 'head, talk your punk shit Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ? Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker Another fly verse Straight from the deficit Another scripture of B-Real Yeah.. get funky, Real This is the Lower Eastside of things YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill [B-Real] You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of everything you know, still you can't do no damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked and choke off, the hypes I cook off The dialectic, funk-elistic Chew slower or become another statistic Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] Yo I told you to keep down brother The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G Wake up Hill They gotta keep goin back to the old school So they keep goin out Cause they're just not Real Ha yeah that's right fool [B-Real] Yes the master pass, kick your ass and feel combustion, for the dope blast Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted Not so, no there's no sellout You ain't got enough ducats to shell out Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great Check out the story to the glory of the real estate [Sen Dog] Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G Don't come on the Hill That's right Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate Get off the Real Estate more free lyrics |
6. _ Born to Get Busy
[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 is useless, unless we're taxin This is a perfection and my tribe's the cash dump Known as a musician, imitator act up Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task And I set out from the beginning, to kick on the scratch Using modern technique, I place a beat in a rap I went to learn acquire knowledge of a scholar went to college, all Comes very handy when it comes to pushin shovin and stuff Then ask who is he though, I'm not the sissy I'm stiff to neutral brother, and I'm born to get busy [B-Real] Let us start to freak you and we'll make you feel alright When you come to Cypress HIll make sure that you're down with the tribe Cause we're born to get busy, born to get busy baby Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 3X B-b-b-b-busy! (Yeaaaahhhaaaahaha, yeah!) [Sen Dog] As I stroll the ever ways of the buddha masters As I smoke my joint I feel one with the earth But a brother like me keeps on walkin to get to the next sign then blaze the next joint... *short pause, then outro comes on over "Stoned" instrumental* The, physical effects of marijuana The first sensations may be felt instantly after having smoked grass or an hour after having eaten Usually, they creep slowly into this stoned condition Inch by inch, sliding upward, but to beatnik The effects may come upon you, suddenly, and startle you full force (The, physical effects of marijuana) (There are four basic types of marijuana) Pyschologically, sometimes the early psychological stages coincide with the early physical stages experienced while stoned The famous "mind expansion" comes after the famous physical sensation Grass, heightens and distorts For example, profound revelations You may THINK you have profound revelations, only to discover... *music and fade obscure final words* more free lyrics |
7. _ Psycobetabuckdown
[B-Real] I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro I'm not a role model, more like a psycho A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael +Halloween+ character, or computer wizard Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard See you need the day-ta *, better I say dah-ta * * (data) You're lookin at the Tribe, and you're a hater Comin from inside, means I come better or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya head in the casket, your body in a basket A tisket, a tasket -- I told ya I'm gonna blast ya When I'm on the psycobeta, state of mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Psycobetaduckdown baby! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! Huh! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Somebody's gettin bucked down [B-Real] See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal rapid-fire petal, funk is makin me get mental Yo, it make no sense, so here son ? Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp Broads swingin off my dick like a chimp, simpin So what's the story - you come lookin for me? Better just scatter, or you're gettin leaded I'm the one who said it, boy it doesn't matter You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice Cause I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+, makin you get real loose My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalogue from what you want me to select different forms of beta, psycho for alpha The way I stay in control of myself I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges in the stone ages, make minimum wages Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on HEY MAN, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh! You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown baby! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Somebody's gettin bucked down [B-Real] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta Yo where's the hooda? Hahaha, funky, yeah I don't like that crazy shit man.. more free lyrics |
8. _ Hand on the Pump
Verse One Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that Sendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha 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-yaa You're stuck in my so 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 Chorus Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump Left hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt] Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... Verse Two 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 soooo How they want to pass sentence All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger He missed, so now the nigga's pissed Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point Your fuckin car 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 getcha Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! Chorus Verse Three Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with, Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one 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 Hit me 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 Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars Cause I'ma Chorus more free lyrics |
9. _ Stoned is the Way of the Walk
(Chorus) Stoned is the way of the Walk, Stoned is the way of the Walk, Verse 1 ( B-real) Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat, Some think I'm a criminal, But, yo I ain't all of that, Hit'cha with the baseball bat, An' ya wanna ill though, Wanna mess around , You get fucked 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 wit' Chong, Just like Cheech & Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream", Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream, Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly, I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me, Pigs often site me, that's not polite G, And any hour of the day ya know I might be, Harassed by a pig real fast, They wanna Rodney King me, Always tryin'a crown my ass, Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class) I hit they' ass like the buddah thats stinkey, They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky, I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk, Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt, Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo, somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo, Binggin the beta,yea, now the funk is risen, Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen, As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness, Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco, I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy, Used to sell me buddah outta fucked up little, Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money, She said "Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie" Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna, Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her, Deminin', Ya think ya meanin', I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on, I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville, I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville, Then light another joint, This ain't no exploition (poin't), Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas, Stoned is the walk, Stoned is the walk, Stoned is the walk, Stoned is the walk, (Sen- Dog) Hit they, hit they ass, (B-Real) make the buddah get stinkey Wooooo, Woooo (Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight, Huhu, Blast 'em!) Stonend is the walk, more free lyrics |
10. _ How I Could Just Kill a Man
Intro: It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things YouknowhatI'msayin? And it goes like thisss... Verse One: Be Real Hey don't miss out on what your passin You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as cypress starts to kick it Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin Suckers are hidein Jump behind the bush when they see me driving by Hangin out my window And my magnum takin out some puto's Acting kinda loco I'm just another local Kid from from the street getting paid for my vocals (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Chorus: repeat 4X (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand [what does it all mean] (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Verse Two: Sen Dog, Be-Real (Sen Dog) I been doin' all the dumb shit, yo, because I bet it's comin' from it I'm not gonna waste no time, fuckin' around like I got ya hummin Hummin'... comin' at cha... And you know I had to gat ya. (Be-Real) Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference into your sattelite, shinin a battle light, swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya 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 ass-out. How you like my chrome?", then I watched the rookie pass out. Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway... Hahaha... that young punk had to pay. So I just killed a man! Chorus Verse Three: Be Real It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights and if you ain't down: bullshit! Say some punk try to get you for your auto, Would you call the one-time, play the role model? No, I think you play like a thug Next hear the shot of a magnum slug Hummin', comin' at cha yeah ya know I'm gonna gat 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 ducat just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say "fuck it". (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Chorus: Outro: All I wanted was a Pepsi more free lyrics |
11. _ Break It Up
Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill Cypress Hill! (repeat 13X to fade) more free lyrics |
12. _ The Phuncky 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 tonigght 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) more free lyrics |
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