Cypress Hill Lyrics
Cypress Hill Lyrics
"Funk Freakers Lyrics"
Popcorn Chicken Lyrics
Instrumental
Instrumental
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
Lipstick From The Asylum Lyrics
When i can't look The other way There’s only you To wonder And on hard times A doorway leans on days As though im needing you And some have helped me become older I suggest you’re using me After moving on I
ya hang, can maintainWhen i can't look The other way There’s only you To wonder And on hard times A doorway leans on days As though im needing you And some have helped me become older I suggest you’re using me After moving on I
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
Pass The Power Lyrics
Here, alone, broken from the fall Can't find you, were you here at all NO Grind me up lost inside My faith In the end, I put you in my place There's no shame in what's been Done to me Keeps me burning, never sets me fr
n the quest for the crownHere, alone, broken from the fall Can't find you, were you here at all NO Grind me up lost inside My faith In the end, I put you in my place There's no shame in what's been Done to me Keeps me burning, never sets me fr
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 W
Dry Lyrics
Trying hard to face another day No more left to give, nothing left to break Melting in the sun, breathing in the day Falling into love and climbing out again There's nowhere left to run No more tears to cry The river's running dry<
rroTrying hard to face another day No more left to give, nothing left to break Melting in the sun, breathing in the day Falling into love and climbing out again There's nowhere left to run No more tears to cry The river's running dry<
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
[Fades out]