Busted in the Hood Cypress Hill

[B-Real] WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL... here's a little story, I got to tell About a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends

One Last Cigarette Cypress Hill

Do you know who the fuck I am?) {*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*} Right {*duct tape being unrolled*} Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga?

Last Laugh Cypress Hill

Do you know who the fuck I am?) [beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks] Right [duct tape being unrolled] Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga?

Another Body Drops Cypress Hill

My first mission runnin’ through the head to smoke jack With memories poppin’ in my head recall that Late night creepin’ through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views

Throw Your Hands In The Air Cypress Hill

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

Cock The Hammer Cypress Hill

Cock the hammer! Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

Break 'Em Off Some Cypress Hill

Commin atcha in 93'!

Break `Em Off Some Cypress Hill

Commin atcha in 93'!

Street Wars Cypress Hill

{*church bells gong*} [Verse One: B-Real] As a kid, I was known, son of a thug Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us?

No Rest For The Wicked Cypress Hill

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!

We Live This Shit Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right [B-Real] Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my

Lowrider (Radio Edit) Cypress Hill

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

The Only Way Cypress Hill

, don't ever contradict this That's why I only love to control it Love for my hood, and the niggas that I roll with Verse 1 B-Real I love LA, but it's a jungle We come from the darkest corners, where all

Hand On The Glock Cypress Hill

cypress hill cypress hill cypress hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say I'm no good Claimin I'm a criminal But lets make it understood Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole

Lowrider Cypress Hill

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

Hand On The Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix) Cypress Hill

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?

HAND ON THE PUMP Cypress Hill

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?

Killa Hill Cypress Hill

[b-real] In the midst of the madness No question, who's the baddest Mcs in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin' on top is the hill lookin' over you Killa hill niggas

Insane In The Brain Cypress Hill

' insane Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain!

Insane In The Brain (LP Ver.) Cypress Hill

Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain!

Insane In The Brain (Extended) Cypress Hill

Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain!

Killa Hill Niggas Cypress Hill

[B-Real] In the midst of the madness No question, who's the baddest MCs in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you Killa Hill Niggas

Hole in the Head Cypress Hill

Spittin out buckshots Homey say blood claat, 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

Funk Freakers Cypress Hill

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

Another Victory Cypress Hill

You can't fuck with the [spanish] Please no interruptions Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun Like my rag top six-five Smash you with the switches The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your

Feature Presentation Cypress Hill

blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide!

Feature Presentation (featuring Barron Ricks and Chace Infinite) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide!

Rock/Rap Superstar Cypress Hill

chorus: (B Real) So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body gotta look over your shoulder constantly

Insane In The Brain Cypress Hill

Insane In the Brain To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek

(Rap) Superstar Cypress Hill

(Eminem Speaking) Most people don't see how much work is really involved in this rap shit I didn't know it I didn't see it I never saw it until i was actually in it You really gotta be in it To

Insane in the Brain Cypress Hill

Insane in the Brain Who you trin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?

High Times Cypress Hill

B'Real: The very first time I hit the weed I was young Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81 Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the

Whatta You Know Cypress Hill

The nigga stole my dough So I reached in the closet for the 4-4 [Whatta you know?] Jus′ hold on, just wait a minute It′s gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated Whatta you know?

Insane in the brain Cypress Hill

To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me

Insane In The Brain (Radio Edit) Cypress Hill

To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke

Make A Move Cypress Hill

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

I Remember That Freak Bitch Cypress Hill

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

Superstar Cypress Hill

Five cars,the rent charged. Comin' up in the world.

Red Light Visions Cypress Hill

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

Clash Of The Titans Cypress Hill

memories, strife bringing the thieves Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight

(Rock) Superstar cypress hill

Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Skull & Bones Song: (Rock) Superstar Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com [B-Real talking] Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot

Rise Up (Feat. Tom Morello) Cypress Hill

Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn Im on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way

Strictly Hip Hop Cypress Hill

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

Stricktry Hip Hop Cypress Hill

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

Tequila Sunrise cypress hill

of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about

16 Men Till There's No Men Left Cypress Hill

Ladies and gentlemen We would like to present to you A group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous Ladies and gentlemen, cypress, hill So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy On whose got

Everybody Must Get Stoned Cypress Hill

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

Locotes Cypress Hill

wicked method I'm creepin' on ya Now you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya Just the locotes Drumin' out the potes Got a new hollay Jackin' in the noche Give me your faya In your pocket or they'll

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

Sick the dogs on you Get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find that they can never be in the game I\'m lettin\' off rounds Hittin\' blunts at the same time

Interlude Cypress Hill

on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why