Lirik Lagu It Ain't Nothin - Cypress Hill
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Opening]
[B-Real]I used to carry a glockOn the waist lineMan I don't waste timeI'm strong on the bass lineYou'll never taste mineSee me on the screenFuckers beggin' for face timeGet your own tapeBut don't bother to chase mineI got a blockMan we havin' a great timeYou couldn't fill the shoesAnytime that I lace mineLight up the stageFor the homies we make shineSick the dogs on youGet more by the K-9Homies on the yard never walk in the main lineThe manes find that they can never be in the gameI'm lettin' off roundsHittin' blunts at the same timePick a crew homieYou a neon to save timeBitches like you always spittin' the same rhymesWe put you all to shameYou never went through the same grindPut you in the bind the minute you came bySo stay in your lane and get wet by the rain
[Chorus]You wanna step up get your ass touchedYou wanna rap son get your ass buffTry to test usYou's gunna get smashed upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
Git itYou gotta get your straps upGit itYou gotta get your stash upGit itYou gotta get amped upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
[Sen Dog]I'm right here on the blockwhen it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all aboutHundred Harley bikes on site when it goes downMe and my homies always holdin' the fort downCome up in our town and your pissin' a fourth nowGot 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strappedWhat ever happensI'm chin checkin' and wreckin' foolsTry disrespecting meMy Smith & Wesson is endin' youAnd I ain't changed since back in the dayGet your shit split quick if you get in my faceYou wanna run wit' the dogBetter stay in your placeCuss your little ass name don't hold no weightAnd your little ass safe couldn't hold my cakeGet your asks denied down the road I takeAnd let me tell you one more thing before I skateIf you a fake or a snakeImma send you to your grave
You wanna step up get your ass touchedYou wanna rap son get your ass buffTry to test usYou's gunna get smashed upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
Git itYou gotta get your straps upGit itYou gotta get your stash upGit itYou gotta get amped upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
[DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish]
[Sen Dog]Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutterWith a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckasGet played like some dicks who try to start ruckasIm a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush usCan't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutchesOr worseGet a ride in a hurse with their bodies coveredIt's gunna be a cold summerAs soon as the hilt dropsALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP
[B-Real]A couple scums in the streetWe don't care what you bustas thinkIt might sink in sometimeBut I won't blinkWe go against everythingSmoke all the greenGot the flow wrongSwing it aint nothing to meWe put it down anywhereLike it's something to seeSo all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degreeAnd when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to workPunks act up and you bound to get hurt
You wanna step up get your ass touchedYou wanna rap son get your ass buffTry to test usYou's gunna get smashed upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
Git itYou gotta get your straps upGit itYou gotta get your stash upGit itYou gotta get amped upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
[B-Real]I used to carry a glockOn the waist lineMan I don't waste timeI'm strong on the bass lineYou'll never taste mineSee me on the screenFuckers beggin' for face timeGet your own tapeBut don't bother to chase mineI got a blockMan we havin' a great timeYou couldn't fill the shoesAnytime that I lace mineLight up the stageFor the homies we make shineSick the dogs on youGet more by the K-9Homies on the yard never walk in the main lineThe manes find that they can never be in the gameI'm lettin' off roundsHittin' blunts at the same timePick a crew homieYou a neon to save timeBitches like you always spittin' the same rhymesWe put you all to shameYou never went through the same grindPut you in the bind the minute you came bySo stay in your lane and get wet by the rain
[Chorus]You wanna step up get your ass touchedYou wanna rap son get your ass buffTry to test usYou's gunna get smashed upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
Git itYou gotta get your straps upGit itYou gotta get your stash upGit itYou gotta get amped upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
[Sen Dog]I'm right here on the blockwhen it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all aboutHundred Harley bikes on site when it goes downMe and my homies always holdin' the fort downCome up in our town and your pissin' a fourth nowGot 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strappedWhat ever happensI'm chin checkin' and wreckin' foolsTry disrespecting meMy Smith & Wesson is endin' youAnd I ain't changed since back in the dayGet your shit split quick if you get in my faceYou wanna run wit' the dogBetter stay in your placeCuss your little ass name don't hold no weightAnd your little ass safe couldn't hold my cakeGet your asks denied down the road I takeAnd let me tell you one more thing before I skateIf you a fake or a snakeImma send you to your grave
You wanna step up get your ass touchedYou wanna rap son get your ass buffTry to test usYou's gunna get smashed upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
Git itYou gotta get your straps upGit itYou gotta get your stash upGit itYou gotta get amped upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
[DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish]
[Sen Dog]Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutterWith a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckasGet played like some dicks who try to start ruckasIm a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush usCan't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutchesOr worseGet a ride in a hurse with their bodies coveredIt's gunna be a cold summerAs soon as the hilt dropsALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP
[B-Real]A couple scums in the streetWe don't care what you bustas thinkIt might sink in sometimeBut I won't blinkWe go against everythingSmoke all the greenGot the flow wrongSwing it aint nothing to meWe put it down anywhereLike it's something to seeSo all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degreeAnd when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to workPunks act up and you bound to get hurt
You wanna step up get your ass touchedYou wanna rap son get your ass buffTry to test usYou's gunna get smashed upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
Git itYou gotta get your straps upGit itYou gotta get your stash upGit itYou gotta get amped upYou wanna run wit the dogs?Get your cash up
