Cypress Hill Cypress Hill Iii-Temple Of Boom[Edited]

1.Boom Biddy Bye Bye

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 it
With this punk nigger

Slow your roll
As i take control
Take your toke from the indo'
Then hit and hold

Now let it out
How you feel when the herb
Got you by the balls
And you're coughing up a lung anyhow

You can't shake
That nigger that's gonna brake
Fool
On any one member of your bitch crew

As i pull the trigger
On my nine
Say goodnight nigger
Boom biddy bye bye

Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye

You ain't never caught a rabbit
So you ain't no friend of mine
It's a habit
Barkin' up your tree with my nine

Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
A nick knack
Paddywack
Give the dog a bone
The raw dog
Fuck a law dog
Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off
'cause a every now and then i got to knuckle up
Buckle up
Chin checking
It's on i reckon
It's the wild wild west
Get your 40 and your blunt and your glock and your bulletproof
vest
Let me guess
Everybody wanna test
Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like ses
Laudy daudy
We're fucking everybody
Boom biddy bye
Sing the lullaby
In the party

Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye

Yes yes ya'll
To the beat ya'll
Watch a punk slipin' see the pouta fall
I'm buck-loody
Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me
'cause the nigger gets so funky
Fool i'm the one
From
The big bad cypress hill clique, a
Number one son of the funk freaka
Yes yes ya'll
I'll be the one with the mad buddha blast ya'll
Comin' from the west ya'll
But i figure
You'd cry like a bitch
Don't twitch
'cause i just might pull the trigga
Now lay down
Stay down
Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the
ground
Don't fuck don't say nothin'
You fuck around and i might get ragamuffin
Boom biddy bye bye
Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die

Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye

Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye

Boom biddy bye bye
It's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Time to say good-bye

Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die


2.Everybody Must Get Stoned

'this sure is. i got data on crazy shit for round the corner you
know
The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit
But anyway, (everybody must get stoned (x4))
You over there singin' some shit, talkin' 'bout
Everybody must get stoned
I don't know but that shit sounds good to me'

Hit the joint, up the bomb, take a puff
Till you just can't get enough
Of the sunk a punk
Pick an endo, wanna take control
But the primaso puff on the endo (keep puffin')
Let me take it in then i let it out (let it out)
One of you motherfuckers pass the barred owl
Peace to the niggaz in all the budha spots
Slangin' fat bags o' weed and runnin from the cops
(runnin' from them fools)
I hit the leno then pass it on
To the cypha' of dreadlocks gettin' stoned
(all the dreadlocks lya')
＞from the fat joint twisted at the end
'cos i get high with a little help from my friends (from my
friends)

Everybody must get stoned
I said everybody must get stoned
(everybody must get stoned)＊variations＊
(x4)

Hit the blunt of the bong, take your dope
Now my head's in a cloud of smoke and no joke
Called 'the uptight', motherfuckers puttin' me down
'cos i talk about the green shit in every town (everywhere i go)
You right in front of me, i can't see ya
I'm blind and faded and i get the g-rock
And everything's gonna be alright
When i pass that toochi from the left-hand side
Niggaz is havin' a good time tonight
Roll it up, hold it up, pass me the fucking light
(gimme that lighter) indoor on the home-grown
Light it up, everybody must get stoned (gotta get stoned)

(chorus-different variations)

You know how we talkin' to talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk (x4)

(chorus till fade)


3.Funk Freakers

Verse one：b-real

Let me introduce my self
I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
But you ain't nothin', no frontin
I bring the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours
Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want
Ya betta, sit back and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins
Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
In tha mix i got the stix and stones a few bricks
I'm gonna hit 'em high
He's gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow
On, an' on till there all gone
Fools be runnin' but they won't last long

Chorus：

I'm the freaka (8x)

Verse two： b-real

People always wanna get what you got, no matta what
Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown
An' the jewels, and the cheese
Motherfucker please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
But, i rip their sorry ass apart
In a minute, i can take ya to the limit
Temprature risen, nasal highzen

Verse three： sen dog

Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one skunk freaka, the cypress hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the perro, the real one, or the werro
Slangin' rythems through the ghetto
Ya best keep ya ass in cheak
Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An whats next, the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel (how ya feel punk)
When your sorry ass can't hang with the hill

Chorus： 1／2

Outro： b-real

Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
Nobody even knows how i kick the flow
Slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class


4.Illusions

Some people tell me that i need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me
Fuck em! and feed em cause i don't need em
I won't join em if i can beat em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat to my money and i'm hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin that trigga, i dig ya
That grave on the east side of town
Lay ya six feet underground
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All i remember tell me where the cash is
Clic cloc barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But i ain't going out wit the pain
Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang

Chorus：

I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

Muthafuckas be drivin me up the walls
Hopin that i fall but they can suck my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In a padded room when some punk niggaz can't hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now i'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I'm lookin for someone like me
Livin in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city lookin at the ho wit the big titties
Lookin at me and i feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin hot
Cause she looks like my girl who just smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin to find ways to cope
But i ain't fuckin round wit the gauge or a rope

Chorus：

I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions i'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions


5.Killafornia

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!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get done
Send out your invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball)
Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling
But i got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the don king, only in america
Then i hustle, and flex my muscle

,yeah, man, i've been out here
Running game for eight years
,i know i'm getting tired of standing
On this corner
,nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
And all that shit, if i got to take it
From a nigga
,shit, let him run for me then
,i can work for myself, don't have to
Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler

Where can i roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock
Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block
Now, who you gonna trust？, who can you trust？
I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I think i'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous
Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the niggas moving weights, can you relate？

,damn, what's up, i see you
Pushing that big time weight
,i told you, i wasn't bullshitting
,you coming up, aight!
,when i seen you three or four
Months ago i told you
,got respect for a man now
,handle your shit!

Where can i choose to get my hustle on？
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's
In the qp's, puffing on trees
Who can i trust？, who can you trust？
Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous

,well, well, little man came up a little bit
,it feels good having money in the pocket
,fuck that nine to five bullshit, right？
,yeah, kick that shit to the curb
,but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
,yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
You know what i'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga
,shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
,you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit
,i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
,twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
,let's get the fuck out of here'


6.Killa Hill

'esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda.
aqui
Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca. y to' mundo aqui, me sirve a
mi o va
Pa'l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre!'

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
Cleaned in my dream
Cookin' up a scheme
For all them big bank niggas
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, i don't give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
In a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the mcs who be comin' to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That i'm ever gonna let ya come back again!

Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you niggas talkin' fast like puerto ricans
What you seekin'
Son i catch clean like dominicans
Last mohican
Witness i'm speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate new york
Where chumps get extorted for newports
What you thought

Ease back, ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger
Then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
The' the' the' then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger
Then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger
Then i'm never gonna let ya come back again

'y ya esta dicho. todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a
morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que
no me
Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. oye, hijo puta! quiero
quemarte la
Cara!'

Words droppin' chant
The check di slant
I'm taking these cannabis plants
Yo for granted
Exotic narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-babylon pleasure
Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad
Put you in a coma
Comma
Llama
Smash-crashin' your armor
Drama
I'm a
Stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where i dwell
At the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from
It's where you're in the mentals
And if not, yo' credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View things surrounding me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin' or braggin'
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon

Then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
The' the' the' then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger
The' then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger
Then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease,
Ease back
Ease back, ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger
Then i'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or i squeeze up on the trigger

'esta dicho! aqui, la revelacion! no se la ve por television.
todos
Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. va a ser aqui
en nuestro
Pais. y todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo.
tambien,
Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos.
un dia,
Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. la peste de los cuerpos muertos,
vas a
Oir, que se va a hueler. hasta los estados unidos, estos
cabrones, que con
La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. todos son unos
mismos
Cabrones...'


7.Let It Rain

Fuck all y'all
I'm comin' of the wall
I got a nigga from the source
Swingin' from my balls
Ughh!
Ya want me to set it
Well my mac-11 takes unleaded
Let it rain
And jackin' out fire
What you're seein' when i'm takin' shit another level higher
Now it's on
Ain't gettin' domed
Buckin' all these niggas 'till they all gone
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And i'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown)
You better move your ass to this mac-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7

'yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. hey
motherfuckas：
Move back! yo, b-real..'

I'm the head-hunter
You goin' under
Make a trophy
Call it the two-headed buster
On my mantle
Back in the temple
Givin' up the family
Up and down central
Butt bloody
Anybody
Lookin' for a wide body
One body

Somebody
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

I ain't fallin' off like humpty-dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on pump
And now i'm thumpin' on 'em
Thumpin on 'em
See
Somebody, anybody scream
When i got the gatt with the big red beam
Now what if i moved it up right between your eyes
Now your chances are never
When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further
Seven eighty one redrum with the murder
Tie him up
Throw him in the trunk
Let the funk
Blow his earsdrums out
'till he's bleedin'
Then let's get him weeded
It's the phunk buddha
Let me do the
Ceremony up with the hoota

And the shooter
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the smith ＆ wesson


8.Locotes

You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin on ya
Now you find your homeboy's
Bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your ferja
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and burry ya in the eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don'nt stop 'til i get done
Sometimes i don't even need my gat
But shit's getting deep and i gotta
Blast back to thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry ＆ your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the 85 mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Trucha! and you don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it, i got your keys
In my possession with my smith and wesson
Taking out all my agression
Check it out =e9s=e9 you're looking
At the jefe
Of that clica with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The roberydon'nt stop 'til i get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercosgot me on the run
From varrio to varrio
Looking for anybody, oh cesario
Hanging out with mario
Looking for a place to hide
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til i'm done
Now the one-time got me on the run
One-time's not done with us
Now they're looking for my ride
But i'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vacto like me
Cuz i'm one broke motherfucka
In need
Desperate! what's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping
Borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping
No me vale, madre
Gabachopray to your padre
This is for the time you would
Give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on!i took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now
I dropped my strap
Now i'm about to meet my maker
I thought i had it all, figured it out
For the paper
No longer will i be running
Last thing i heard was the
Fuckin gat humming


9.Make A Move

Ezekial 25：17
'the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the
inequities
Of
The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. blessed is he, who in
the name
Of
Charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of
Darkness,
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost
children.
And
I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious
anger,
Those
Who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. and you will know
my
Name is
The lord, when i lay my vengeance upon thee!'


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 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 master's call yes y'all
(bring your cell-phone cause i fade them all)
Bullets fly
But they don't give a fuck about who dies
When you're in the middle of the fuckin'
No question, confrontation
Nowhere to run from the assassination
Let the rain come down
Whoops there goes another body on the ground
Watch out for g hound
It's the undisputed cypress family
Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly
Growin' inside your mind like a tumour
Spreading in your head like a rumor
Venomous!
I'm from the underground, i take care of business
What the fuck is this？

Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!

Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors
Let me get the rope
And hang 'em 'till their fuckin' necks broke
Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe
Let me give you what you need
A fat dose of the good weed
Like a puppet on a string
I'm the one controlling your ass
With the rough shit here to bring
My army grows like the buddha i sold ya
Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier
Like the 'coup d'etate'
Now ya are in the middle of the ambush
Stuck in your car
They can't find ya
At the bottom of the lake
Let me remind ya
You better be lookin' behind ya
It's too late, ain't no one standin' here
Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear
Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece
Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased

Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!

Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move

Come on
Open up the doors for the high funk buddha
With the light point the dick can die
Rolling with the six shooter
Thirty-eight
Still shootin' real straight
Lookin' for the buster that i must eliminate
No surprise
As the inches demise
Let the four flow
As i look him right in the eyes
And rip these niggas in half
With the (fabergraph)
They can't find a path
I like the aftermath
Still i reign the sect we remain
The big bad cypress hill, fuckin' niggas up again
When i aim i'm scopin' for your brain
Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame

Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!
Move 'em out! move 'em on out! move 'em out!

'ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they
clearly
Don't want you to see. but it's obvious, isn't it my brother？
get the
Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody
don't like


10.No Rest For The Wicked

...yo muggs, make it rough.

So many fools swingin' from my sack,
Let's talk about the one who had my back!
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked!
No rest, no peace! no sleep,
Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep!
Jackson... lemme figure out the name,
Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game!
But i'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it!
Go on the head, gobble up the nuts,
Get your lips ready ＆ tear this motherfucker up!
Talk about ezy, correct yourself.
Cube, better step back ＆ check yourself!

Hmmm... let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast dick!
The east coast niggaz all showed ya love,
Especially the one known as king sun!
He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even started dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew,
All because ya wannabe cypress cube!
Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley,
Good boy went to school out in the valley.
Fuck it, lemme make this understood,
Speakin' on mama's little boy n da hood!
No vaseline,
Just a rope ＆ a chair ＆ gasoline!
Lench mob is a friend of mine,
But you talk about them niggaz from behind.
You know what the hossack(sp) is, o'shea？
A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight!
Where ya gonna run to？ where ya gonna hide？
Taadow! look at who's running outside!

Natural born bullshitta! lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when i get witcha!
Your homie...？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
Buddha! let me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane!
Took a look at the real one,
Afro comb! next morning you didn't have yours on.
How many ways will you bite my shit？
Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set？
Caution, when you enter the zone,
Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone!
I got cube melting in a tray,
Pulling up his card ＆ fucking up his good day!
Unoriginal rap veteran...
The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends!
Don't trust that nigga named o'shea,
Fuck'im, and send him on his way.

Happy singalongs!


11.Red Light Visions

'(inhales) break that shit off nigga'

Look at all the m.c.'s trying to get down
But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap
I'm not the one to be having that shit
All these punk niggas better bow down and submit
Niggas don't know how to 'keep it real'
Only if you niggas know the real deal
Fuck all the bullshit, cypress hill
Comes raining on your brain
Bringing the blood stains
Smeared on the sidewalk, one mark dome
Of the prejudice skull, hanging in my home

'straight to you dome sucker
So what you wanna do fool'

The big game hunter, fucking shit up
Get your ass back down, the hill's on the cut
Who'll get in the circle, let's see if you're raw
Hardcore, last vato might hit the fucking floor
Glocks and ？, in them one clip
For any buster who wanna flip
Back ese ？, shining in your eye
Soul of an assassin, until i die (por vida ese!)
Red light visions in your dome piece
Nightmares running through your head, won't cease
Look at you now, broke down and done
No competition can ever get none

'straight flip-flop, nigga, flip-flop
On your punk ass until you drop
(cypress hill, coming at your grill)
You're nothing but a motherfucking time clock
Cypress motherfucking hill
(fuck how you feel)
It ain't but another piece to the puzzle fool!'


12.Spark Another Owl

Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind,
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find,
Come on...

Who be the ones steppin' in the room,
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom,
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack,
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it,
Mari-juana, mari-juana, do ya wanna,
Give me love when i put the flame on ya,
Homie i'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet,
Next to the fat bags full of chronic,
Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open,
Askin' me 'can i get a hit of what t'cha smokein'',
I aint got no kind of love for a brother,
Who comes to the party, with no bud,
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah,
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter,
Up until the summer of '91,
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts,
From the west coast to the east coast,
Everybody be braggin',
But , i'm the one who be puffin' most,
First it started with the nickel, then the dime,
Then the twenty, spendin' up all my money,
Now, i roll with the nelco(？),
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo,
Just take a deep breath (ahh),
Hit it then pass it to the left,
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress,
Smoke it up, just puff it up, (o yea),
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air,

Do you wanna spark another owl？
Do you wanna spark another owl？

Everybody spark another owl.
Everybody spark another owl.

I wanna spark another owl.
I wanna spark another owl.

Do you wanna spark another owl？
Do you wanna spark another owl？

(sen dog)yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to
the
Temple of boom, i see people everywhere startin' to understand
the
Point, when i'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that
marijuana,
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca
loa-loa
Maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba,
cheeba y'all,

Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the
afgani, the
Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough).

Hello everyone, i'm kurt loaded, we're here t hemp tv, with
Cypress hill in amsterdam we're listening to there new album,
i'm
Stoned, i'm outta here, goodbye folks.


13.Stoned Raiders

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 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,
What'cha talkin'bout son,
I got the first shot, and it's all over now,
One nation under a groove,
Smoke a pound for the strict of it,
Everytime i make a move,
Smooth and togetha,
Raw like leatha,
Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva,

Check it out, 1,2, cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, cypress groove

It's the numba one money maker,
Money takea, few steps back i'm on a plane to jamaica,(am i)
Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit,
For the fool i'm thinkin' about, i got the ruff shit,
Hard rock bone breaka,
Stoned raider, in the temple of boom,
Assurt to assume,
Never be lettin' shit slide, no way,
Bitch niggas can hide,
But, i'll find they ass some day,

Check it out, 1,2, cypress groove

Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air,
Some dogs, like you gotta pair,
When i kick to the metro,
Lone clip, be lookin' around,
Cause this shit ain't over with yet,
People can't understand my situation,
Now they cought up in the soul assasination,
Fool, just take cover, it's all over,
When i break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka,

Check it out, 1,2, cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, cypress groove


14.Strictly Hip-hop

I neva rapped on an r＆b record, and i neva will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small 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 shame when you got all these fools in the record
indistry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,

[b-real：
Zippidey-dooda, i smoke weed and 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 articals,
In them magizines with the bitch editors,
Keep it real in the game,
Niggas got no shame,
Now all the executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the fuck-em indistry that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the
wall,
Fools want me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the
chocolate
Tastic,
I hear niggas say no, but, i know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas i despise,
Cause me i tell the truth, even when i tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect,
Muthafuckas


15.Throw Your Hands In The Air

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!

Verse one： erick sermon

Fresh is the word, when i display my rappin forte
Quicker done than o.j., hey
I freaks my shit, e the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, i might have to blast ya
Let me ask ya, can i gets busy one time？
And unwind and chill, with cypress hill
Huh, i go on with my bad self
I'm the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker
Believe me not, i'm wicked like three sixes
I'm doper than the pete rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
I'm hardcore to the bone, i'm thuggish ruggish
The green-eyed, bandit, i be errrick serrrmon
I gets real determined
And one for the trouble, and two for the bass
I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace
And if you don't know, y'all better recognize
I'm coming through with speed, with pounds of weed

Verse two： b-real

Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo i'm representin the hill
With chips and clips and tons of blue steel
So who wants to be the first nigga to die？
Then try and test this, buddha blessed gemini
You get thrown sent home in a coffin
Punk stuff don't make it back, very often
I got erick to take care of the sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin
Bustin open the doors to the temple
Takin you to the dark side of your mental

Chorus： b-real

Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys
Throw your hands in the air
Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys
Throw your hands in the air

Chorus

Verse three： redman

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like 'he the bomb, dicky!'
These off-keys mc's hawk me, they won't get off me
So i kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies ＊bzzzzt＊
Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis
Is what i leave your crew with, boom bip or some two and two
shit
Raw silk, cuz you do it to my music
＊funk doctor spock＊ lock the hypest
Individual, to put criminal in diapers
With my nigga e and cypress, what i write bitch
You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis
In your back yard, word to god, def squad!
With my nigga keith in the place takin charge
Word up you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder
You're deaf cuz i freak shit you neva heard of

Chorus

Verse four： mc eiht

Steppin to the park in the hill you can't hang
The original baby gangsta on this compton thang
Don't slip, the late night hype, is when i dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip
Can't feel me, if i was crack you'd try to steal me
Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me
Keep your hands on your hood, you get got
The green-eyed bandit, cypress hill, and the funk doctor spock
You wish you could hang, like i hang
Dwells in the c-p-t, the hood thing
G, the trigga finger, i'ma get you
Hit you, the tech 9, i'ma split you
Ain't no poppin, no stoppin
Tick to the tock, tick tock i hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, don't bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the e down with cypress

Chorus

Chorus

Outro： sen dog

Aight, for everybody
All our peeps out on the corners
All the alleyways
For all our decesed
Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five
Soul assassins in your mind