Lirik Lagu Red, Meth & B Cypress Hill
(performed By Cypress Hill / Redman / Method Man)
Y'all Ready For This?
Ha! I Don't Think So!
Yeah! Oh, Listen To This!
We Gonna Come At Ya!
[Redman]
Cypress Hill!
Yo Yo Yo - All My Niggas Say Jump Up, Doc Broke Out The Kennel
A Dog On Four Paws Spittin' Out The Window
Jump Up! It Aint No Need To Fight
We May Squeeze The Pipe, You Gonna Bleed Tonight
I Eat Beans And Rice, Shit Up A Storm
I Walk The Streets With Shark Fin Off My Arms
Doctor Dolittle, Lit Off The Bone
My Bracelet Like I Raised It Off The Farm
Home-grown, Thick, Dirty
My Family Feud Dudes Who Pack 2's On Survey
Jersey And House
Gun Like An Elephants Snout
Pull Ya Ambulance Out
Ya Whole Team'll Get Bombarded
Ya On Target, And Bombed By Some Unsigned Artists
We Leave Ya Hair Cut Like A Blind Barber
Cut It, And Gave You A Line With Fine Markers
I Won't Leave Till The Job Is Done
Till The Last Prick Nigga Take Ya Wallet, RUN
Doc With The Shotty And We Both Catch A Body With Cypress Hill
Yeah!
(Chorus: B-Real)
We Don't Give A Fuck, We Live It Up Till The Day We Die
You Try To Deal With Us, But You Got No Blunts To Get High
You Won't Be Real With Us, But Ya Reelin' Us And You Want To Ride
You Try To Deal With Us, But You Got No Blunts To Get High
[Method Man]
Yo, Yo
Blunt Smokin', Half A Bottle Of Remi Open
You Either Holdin' Or Half-assed Like Semi-colon
I Leave Ya Chokin' On Them Lollipop Rhymes Ya Callin'
So Hard, Hell I Crack The Shell On Ya Candy Coatin'
If The Shoes Fit Like Alan I Be Too Thick
Ever Since You Hit, Yo My New Chicks A New Bitch
Ya Know If I Can't Eat, Ya Can't Sleep
Plus I'm In Denial, I Just Can't Admit Defeat
My Mind Is My Glock, Keep My Third Eye Cocked
Bust Mines Off Tops, Leave A Rapper's Nerves Shocked
Now Who's Hot And Who's Not
I Want Them Rocks And That Money In Ya Two Socks
Meth The Mister, If Crime Is An Art, T
Y'all Ready For This?
Ha! I Don't Think So!
Yeah! Oh, Listen To This!
We Gonna Come At Ya!
[Redman]
Cypress Hill!
Yo Yo Yo - All My Niggas Say Jump Up, Doc Broke Out The Kennel
A Dog On Four Paws Spittin' Out The Window
Jump Up! It Aint No Need To Fight
We May Squeeze The Pipe, You Gonna Bleed Tonight
I Eat Beans And Rice, Shit Up A Storm
I Walk The Streets With Shark Fin Off My Arms
Doctor Dolittle, Lit Off The Bone
My Bracelet Like I Raised It Off The Farm
Home-grown, Thick, Dirty
My Family Feud Dudes Who Pack 2's On Survey
Jersey And House
Gun Like An Elephants Snout
Pull Ya Ambulance Out
Ya Whole Team'll Get Bombarded
Ya On Target, And Bombed By Some Unsigned Artists
We Leave Ya Hair Cut Like A Blind Barber
Cut It, And Gave You A Line With Fine Markers
I Won't Leave Till The Job Is Done
Till The Last Prick Nigga Take Ya Wallet, RUN
Doc With The Shotty And We Both Catch A Body With Cypress Hill
Yeah!
(Chorus: B-Real)
We Don't Give A Fuck, We Live It Up Till The Day We Die
You Try To Deal With Us, But You Got No Blunts To Get High
You Won't Be Real With Us, But Ya Reelin' Us And You Want To Ride
You Try To Deal With Us, But You Got No Blunts To Get High
[Method Man]
Yo, Yo
Blunt Smokin', Half A Bottle Of Remi Open
You Either Holdin' Or Half-assed Like Semi-colon
I Leave Ya Chokin' On Them Lollipop Rhymes Ya Callin'
So Hard, Hell I Crack The Shell On Ya Candy Coatin'
If The Shoes Fit Like Alan I Be Too Thick
Ever Since You Hit, Yo My New Chicks A New Bitch
Ya Know If I Can't Eat, Ya Can't Sleep
Plus I'm In Denial, I Just Can't Admit Defeat
My Mind Is My Glock, Keep My Third Eye Cocked
Bust Mines Off Tops, Leave A Rapper's Nerves Shocked
Now Who's Hot And Who's Not
I Want Them Rocks And That Money In Ya Two Socks
Meth The Mister, If Crime Is An Art, T
Cypress Hill
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2024-12-23 14:28:24
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