Lirik Lagu Worldwide - Cypress Hill
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Verse 1: Sen-DogYou better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yardI'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a techWreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweatShit your pants, get in yuor step on my advanceCatch a glance of the legendary brother who carriesYour body and buries two more lyrics in styles variedFool what?You ain't got nothin' to sayI been backin' up east side LA, all dayBlowin' up the best techs, the best flexHavin' the best sex, fuckin' in WessexThe hardcore shit, I know you like it raw'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw
Chorus (2x): B-RealYou better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,Can you hang with us?You wanna bang with us?Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles
Verse 2: Sen-DogI don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas upCheck your strap, they mangle us and pick us upFool, now you tremblin', I give you three secondsTo break out before you resemblin' a dead manA hole through your headbandMy gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punkCypress Hill worldwide, you just a localDon't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocalYou don't want that strap on my hipTo deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lipI'm buckin' at the room soon to the boomFuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume
Chorus
Verse 3(BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak rideI take money-money, make dummies all nightUse the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the micWhen you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic(SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tightSee the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrelWettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane rayYou forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memoryRemember me now, Cypress Hill soldierUp and down the boulevard, big money folderYou bring descript sequence with no defenseThe whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'
Chorus
Chorus (2x): B-RealYou better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,Can you hang with us?You wanna bang with us?Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles
Verse 2: Sen-DogI don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas upCheck your strap, they mangle us and pick us upFool, now you tremblin', I give you three secondsTo break out before you resemblin' a dead manA hole through your headbandMy gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punkCypress Hill worldwide, you just a localDon't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocalYou don't want that strap on my hipTo deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lipI'm buckin' at the room soon to the boomFuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume
Chorus
Verse 3(BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak rideI take money-money, make dummies all nightUse the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the micWhen you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic(SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tightSee the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrelWettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane rayYou forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memoryRemember me now, Cypress Hill soldierUp and down the boulevard, big money folderYou bring descript sequence with no defenseThe whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'
Chorus
