Cypress Hill Lyrics
Cypress Hill Lyrics
"Hand on the Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix) Lyrics"
Funny But I'm Not Laughing Lyrics
Well I just saw you out with another And I watched as you held his hand It seems funny to see you with him instead of me Funny but I'm not laughing Then I heard you say it's all over That you never loved me anyway That the things we have done were only in fun Funny but
Well I just saw you out with another And I watched as you held his hand It seems funny to see you with him instead of me Funny but I'm not laughing Then I heard you say it's all over That you never loved me anyway That the things we have done were only in fun Funny but
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
Bette
New Intro Lyrics
[Instrumental]
r run more, and move a little faster[Instrumental]
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my
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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 pitbul
The Boy's No Good Lyrics
Tune the electric bass to the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th string. The boy's no good. Yeah, he's a fuckin' hood. He won't treat you like he should. I heard he's making time with this friend of mine. I heard he's talking trash. I saw that kid last night. He's starting fights.
l, get to the pointTune the electric bass to the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th string. The boy's no good. Yeah, he's a fuckin' hood. He won't treat you like he should. I heard he's making time with this friend of mine. I heard he's talking trash. I saw that kid last night. He's starting fights.
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!
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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
Open The Sky Lyrics
Open The Sky A Graceful Breath Will Lift You Over Treetops As Your Heart Is Caving In A Hand That Heals A Wish That Fades There's Nothing Left That Cant Be Placed Into Our Picture Frame And These Melodies Will Soar Over The Sea And Past Your Ears Your Eyes Like Prisms Filte
Open The Sky A Graceful Breath Will Lift You Over Treetops As Your Heart Is Caving In A Hand That Heals A Wish That Fades There's Nothing Left That Cant Be Placed Into Our Picture Frame And These Melodies Will Soar Over The Sea And Past Your Ears Your Eyes Like Prisms Filte
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
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