Cypress Hill - III: Temples Of Boom (1995)

На мой взгляд лучший из лучших альбомов СН

Классный альбом!

не Альбом а сказака как по мне лучший из их дискографии

На мой взгляд лучший их альбом!

Boom Biddy Bye-Bye ну просто шик!

Да, лучший!!!

не слушаю вест кост, но вот именно этому альбому 10+

Поседний из их стайла Конец эпохи великих Сейпресс Хилл,дальше шир-потреб

SH - это Pink Floyd в рэпе. Плохих альбомов не делают в принципе. Первый раз услышал в 1994 году. С тех пор и прет меня.

ЛУЧШИЙ АЛЬБОМ!!!!!!

Мой самый любимый альбом.

CYPRESS FAMILY FOREVA !!!

"Spark Another Owl"

Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind,
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find,
Come on...

[B-Real:]
Who be the ones steppin' in the room,
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom,
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack,
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it,
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna,
Give me love when I put the flame on ya,
Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet,
Next to the fat bags full of chronic,
Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open,
Askin' me "can I get a hit of what t'cha smokein'",
I aint got no kind of love for a brother,
Who comes to the party, with no bud,
I be smokein' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah,
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter,
Up until the summer of '91,
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokein' blunts,
From the west coast to the east coast,
Everybody be braggin',
But , I'm the one who be puffin' most,
First it started with the nickel, then the dime,
Then the Twenty, spendin' up all my money,
Now, I roll with the nelco(?),
With the pound in the pad smokein' up the indo,
Just take a deep breath (Ahh),
Hit it then pass it to the left,
You can keep the mutha fuckin' stress,
Smoke it up, just puff it up, (O yea),
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air,

Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?

Everybody spark another owl.
Everybody spark another owl.

I wanna spark another owl.
I wanna spark another owl.

Do you wanna spark another owl?
Do you wanna spark another owl?

[Sen Dog]
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana,
talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
maui,maui, lugers of work- ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all,

yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the
meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense (cough).

Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded, we're here at Hemp TV, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to their new album, I'm
stoned, I'm outta here, Goodbye folks.

Throw Your Set In The Air"

Every nigga out there wanna be down with the crew
Some ain't got enough heart, let me ask you this
Would ya be down like a soldier
Loyal an' do everything I told ya

I can mold ya into a warrior, down for your neighborhood
Workin' up to a G with the flava
Criminal behavior, on the mind
When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each an' every time

Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care

It's time to exit that busta nigga
Get ya hands out ya pockets an' your finga on the trigga
Let one fly, we don't die, we multiply
Throw yo' set up in the sky

I ask you can 'cause you can't fuck wit this
Nigga when I got the glock ya betta duck quick
'Cause I ain't havin' it, if ya got ya gat
Ya betta start grabbin' it, I can handle it

Soy numero uno, mero mero
You know I run wit Muggs an' the Perro
Firin' up that heater
When I'm throwin' up a set I got my nina millimeter

Los Scandalous, Killafornia, where I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
I'm buckin' on ya ass now ya know where I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum

Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care

Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care

Let me take ya to the dark side of the moon
Tell mama that you won't be comin' home anytime soon
'Cause I got ya under my thumb, nigga, what set ya claimin'?
Betta be the same set I'm claimin'

Take a look around, count this amount of soldiers
When I'm chillin' on the east side of town
An' it won't stop 'til I'm done
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum

Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care

Throw your set in the air
Wave3 it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care

Stoned Raiders"

1 for trouble, 8 for the road
7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load
Funk, Buddha Monk, in the trunk
I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and down the boulevard

I'm a natural-born cap-peela', strapped illa
I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala'
Get'cha fix of the uncut funk
A small dose of the skunk weed like it's suppose to be

Move it up, just move it on out, what'cha talkin' 'bout son
I got the first shot, and it's all over now, one nation under a groove
Smoke a pound for the strict of it, every time I make a move
Smooth and togetha, raw like leatha, ain't goin' out like a punk, neva

Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove

It's the numba one money maker
Money takea, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica
Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit
For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit

Hard rock bone breaka, Stoned Raider
In the Temple of Boom, assert to assume
Never be lettin' shit slide, no way
Bitch niggas can hide but, I'll find they ass some day

Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove

Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air
Some dogs, like you gotta pair
When I kick to the metro, lone clip, be lookin' around
'Cause this shit ain't over with yet

People can't understand my situation
Now they caught up in the Soul Assassination
Fool, just take cover, it's all over
When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka

Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove

Illusions"

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God damn, why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me
Fuck em! And feed em cause I don't need em
I won't join em if I can beat em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat to my money and I'm hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin that trigga, I dig ya
That grave on the east side of town
Lay ya six feet underground
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is
Clic Cloc barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out wit the pain
Wa da da dang, wa dada daa dang

[Chorus:]

I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

Muthafuckas be drivin me up the walls
Hopin that I fall but they can suck my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In a padded room when some punk niggaz can't hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I'm lookin for someone like me
Livin in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city lookin at the ho wit the big titties
Lookin at me and I feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin hot
Cause she looks like my girl who just smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin round wit the gauge or a rope

[Chorus:]

I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions drivin me mad inside
I'm havin illusions I'm havin illusions fuckin me up in my mind

I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions

Killa Hill Niggas"
(feat. RZA and U-God)

"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda
Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui
Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!"

In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest
MC's in the game runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you
Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get thrown sent home in dead position
In the casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense
Power - U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans
Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as Indians
Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports
What you thought?

Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon
Que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta
Quiero quemarte la cara!"

Words drop in chant, the cheeky - eyed slant
I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
From a dune in the desert Mega - Babylon pleasure
Comin out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
Comma, llama, smash - crashin your armor
Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals
And if not yo, credentials are essential
I see reality, few things surroundin me
Three like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe - trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon

That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger

"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television
Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo
Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'
Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre
Mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo
Todos son unos mismos cabrones

Boom Biddy Bye Bye"

Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
Yo, bringin' it on Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it

You say guns, I say pistolas
Well, if you got beef son
Callate la boca
Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
From L A to Brooklyn why you doin' all that talkin'

Think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking
Yo, toast the host from coasts' we boast
When we meet again, I will be Casper that friendly ghost
You'll hear shots, like the Show Cops
Things are still the same, I'm still growin' crops
Wyclef with B Real, let me build better yet, killa bee kill
Yo, B Real watch your grip

Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call paradise

Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
Can he pass or does he posess the will
Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
Punks are broken some day fall off the ledge
Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge

You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin
They'll never happen while I'm rappin', I be watchin'
The Philistines, creepin' up in Manhattan
The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with muggs
But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood

Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call Paradise

Yo, once a child, twice a villain
If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination
They say you're dope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer
Beware, you pull your wallet Mr Thief stares
The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
I'm doomed join the Son of Man in the tomb

I see the soldiers, comin' from out the shadows
Ready for battle, ain't tryin' to hear the baffled
Warriors lined up in full war gear
In it to win it if it goes on for years
Dedicated to the stable of the assassins
Revolutionaries, just bring on the action

Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call Paradise

Soldier man rewind selector soldier man
Refugee soldier man, Brooklyn soldier man
L A massive soldier man
New Jersey massive soldier man
Uptown massive soldier man
Long Beach massive soldier man
You know the whole world watches soldier man

Boom biddy bye bye
Open up ya eyes you'll be the next one to die

No Rest For The Wicked"

Bitch ass motherfucker
You that pie ass nigga
Stand on your own two feet bitch
And the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's dick
Nigga, yo, as it long enough to put in your mouth
Turn that shit up louder
What's up wit that shit?
Yo Muggs, make it rough

So many fools swingin' from my sack
Let's talk about the one who had my back
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the motherfucker who calls himself 'Wicked'
No rest, no peace! No sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game

But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, that ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, gobble up the nuts
Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up
Talk about Ezy, correct yourself
Cube, better step back and check yourself

Let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast dick
The east coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the 'King Sun'
He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew
All because ya wanna be Cypress Cube!

Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy went to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, lemme make this understood
Speakin' on mama's little boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a chair and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them niggaz from behind
You know what the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, that don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look at who's running outside!

Natural born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get witcha
Your homie [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane
Took a look at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't have yours on

How many ways will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone
I got Cube melting in a tray
Pulling up his card and fucking up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the nigga who say
He don't steal from his friends
Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea
Fuck him, and send him on his way

Killafornia"

Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me that's who?
Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get done

Send out your invitation to the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps
Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling

But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the don king
Only in America
Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

Yeah, man, I've been out here
Running game for eight years
I know I'm getting tired of standing
On this corner

Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
And all that shit, if I got to take it
From a nigga

Shit, let him run for me then
I can work for myself, don't have to
Work for nobody
I'll be my own hustler

Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block

Now, who you gonna trust? Who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I think I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous

Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the niggas moving weights
Can you relate?

Damn, what's up? I see you
Pushing that big time weight
I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
You coming up, aight

When I seen you three or four
Months ago I told you
Got respect for a man now
Handle your shit

Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on trees

Who can I trust?
Who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfucker
In the city Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket
Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, kick that shit to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
'Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga

Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
You get set up back, 'cuz we ain't having that bullshit
I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
Oh get the fuck out of here, stay, bust out man

Funk Freakers"

Let me introduce myself, 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
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
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 you can feel the flow
On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won't last long

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka

People always wanna get what you got, no matta' what
Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown, 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
Temperature risen, nasal highzen

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 Werro
Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel, when your sorry ass can't hang with the hill

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka

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

Locotes"

You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your feria
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop 'til I get done

Sometimes I don't even need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the '85 Mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run

You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith an' Wesson
Taking out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of that clique with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The robbery don't stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run
From barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh Cesario
Hanging out with Mario
Looking for a place to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til I'm done
Now the one-time got me on the run

One-time's not down with us
Now they're lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your padre

This is for the time you would give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol' motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on, took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be runnin'
Last thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'

Red Light Visions"

Break that shit off nigga

Look at all the M.C.'s trying to get down
But all you get is a peeled back dome cap
I'm not the one to be having that shit
All these punk niggas better bow down and submit

Niggas don't know how to keep it real
Only if you niggas know the real deal
Fuck all the bullshit Cypress Hill
Comes raining on your brain bringing the blood stains
Smeared on the sidewalk one mark dome
Of the prejudice skull hanging in my home

Straight to you dome sucker
So what you wanna do fool

The Big Game hunter fucking shit up
Get your ass back down the Hill's on the cut
Who'll get in the circle let's see if you're raw
Hardcore last vato might hit the fucking floor
Glocks and sicks in them one clip
For any buster who wanna flip

Back ese saypring shining in your eye
Soul of an assassin until I die
Red light visions in your dome piece
Nightmares running through your head won't cease
Look at you now broke down and done
No competition can ever get none

Straight flip flop nigga flip flop
On your punk ass until you drop
(Cypress Hill, coming at your grill)
You're nothing but a motherfucking time
Clock Cypress motherfucking Hill
(Fuck how you feel)
It ain't but another piece to the puzzle fool

Strictly Hip Hop"

I neva rapped on an R and B record, and I neva will
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion
Get the hell out

I'm peepin' out these so called gangsta niggas
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures
And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit
And made it my first single, fuck a hit

Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off
I'm gonna, end all of it
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry
Sellin' out for the fame
I just sit back and watch all these fools with their gimmicks
Go down in flames, in the big game

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage
But, I don't give a fuck 'cuz I still manage
To represent to the fullest
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish
To the studio gangsta with them articals
In them magizines with the bitch editors

Keep it real in the game
Niggas got no shame
Now all the executives want all the fuckin' fame
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes
For the fuck-em industry that's take'n all ya dough
I neva stole it, stole it all
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall
Fools want me to fall
But I won't, 'cuz my roots are too thick and strong
Like the chocolate tastic

I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front
'Cuz afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt
I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise
'Cuz me, I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie
All you bruthas in the game run a check
'Cuz you get checked fucked off, with no respect
Muthafuckas

"Let It Rain"

Fuck all y'all, comin' of the wall
I got a nigga from The Source
Swingin' from my balls
Ya want me to set it
Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
Let it rain and jackin' out fire
What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher

Now it's on ain't gettin' domed
Buckin' all these niggas 'til they all gone
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta state of clown
You better move your ass to this MAC-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7
Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit

Hey motherfuckas move back, yo, be real
Come back, come back yeah
I'm the head-hunter you goin' under
Make a trophy call it the two-headed buster
On my mantle back in the temple
Givin' up the family up and down Central
Butt bloody anybody lookin' for a wide body
One body, somebody

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on the pump
And now I'm thumpin' on 'em, thumpin' on 'em, see
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gat with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes

Now your chances are never
When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further?
Seven eighty one redrum with the Murder
Tie him up, throw him in the trunk
Let the funk blow his eardrums out 'til he's bleedin'
Then let's get him weeded, it's the phunk Buddha
Let me do the ceremony up with the hoota and the shooter

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Everybody Must Get Stoned"

This sure is, I got that-a old crazy shit
From round the corner you know
The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit
But anyway you over there singin' some shit
Talkin' 'bout everybody must get stoned
I don't know but that shit sounds good to me

Hit the joint, up the bomb, take a puff
Till you just can't get enough of the skunk
A punk nigga named Doe wanna take control
But the primasso puff on the indo

Let me take it in then I let it out
One of you motherfuckers pass the barred owl
Peace to the niggaz in all the Buddha spots
Slangin' fat bags o' weed and runnin from the cops

I hit the leno then pass it on
To the cypha' of dreadlocks gettin' stoned
Roll a fat joint, twist it at the end
'Cos I get high with a little help from my friends

Everybody must get stoned
I said everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
I said everybody must get stoned

Everybody must get stoned
And everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
And everybody must get stoned

Hit the blunt of the bong, take your dope
Now my head's in a cloud of smoke and no joke
Caught the up-tight motherfuckers puttin' me down
'Cos I talk about the green shit in every town

You right in front of me, I can't see ya
I'm blind and faded and I got the G-rock
And everything's gonna be alright
When I pass that toochi from the left-hand side

Niggaz is havin' a good time tonight
Roll it up, hold it up, pass me the fucking light
Indo or the home-grown
Light it up, everybody must get stoned

Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned

Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned

You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk
You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk

You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk
You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk

Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned

SOUL ASSASSINS 4REVA !!!

"Smuggler's Blues"

[B-Real]
I got the sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump
with the fucking red bastard
snitching like a punk
I had the operation tight the flaws
faded doors
there's no growin room on the basement floor
I'm holding weight every 30 days
business pays
so many ways
many methods of moving my white haze
I got the cellophane, get this money tonite
I got the shipment goin out
got to be air tight
so when you fuck around
no time for me to fuck around
I got the ballin niggaz waitin on me
at the compound
so get the trucks ready, and let's hit the back roads
to scam this motherfuckin' ass border patrol
I got my cousin Huey paid
for lookin away
back on the 405 on the way to LA

[talking]

I'm multiplying in my head
just how much stash it's gonna take for me
to double and triple up all my cash
I hit the city limits, time for me to check myself
cause I don't wanna sit inside no fuckin cell
slope the rolls down, hold down, I see the gate
so I'm pulling up, and I hope these fools ain't late
or I'm outta here, wait, no, I see them in the rear
with 3 or 4 fools holding 2's in the real
I got the double barrel shit, hidden under my coat
for any crazy eyed motherfucker rockin the boat
I got the big boss hoss, just sippin the sauce
you got the shit? you got the money?
then break the shit off

[sang reggae style]

check out the herb man smugglin'
bright and early in the mornin'
this is for the herb man smugglin'
I know the DEA is waitin'
take out the herb man smugglin'
It's my ass that I'm risking
this is for the herb man sumgglin'
I know it's your daily livin'

I came a long, long way from slangin the herb
sometimes I think about when I was kickin it to the curb
now it's dirt in my pocket
but shit done changed
tatoos on my body and fat gold chains
got the mega shipment that must go out
on the same route me and my cousins started out
head back to Mexico for a friend of mine
we're gonna bring this shit load back, 4-0 pounds
it's like crack rock, cause we done this shit before
now I loaded up the stash on the hollow floor
double checkin everything, now it all looks cool
now we rollin to the border like we used to do
we pulled up at the border, but something was wrong
I began to realize that the swoop was on
I had the DEA and immigration closin' in
they had dogs all around my shit, no way to win
they lookin in the truck, now I know the shit's for blast
DEA agent sayin "now I got your ass"
it's been a long time smugglin, now I'm done
it's all over now, it's lookin' like I'm Audi, son

Now I'm headed up the river with the boat and no paddle
and they got me in lock down..

[reggae]

big up to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
peace to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
respect to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down
what's up to the herb man smugglin'
... now they got me in lock down

shootouts to Method Man, Redman, Bob Marley
2pac keep ya head u

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