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Cypress Hill - Psychodelic vision

Tekst :

[Intro 4x]
Lalalala-lala-lalala

[B-Real]
I ll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
Psychodelic visions would ensue
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
But I ??? ???, all that distorted shit brought it up
I came short and couldn t afford to store it up
So I began to record it on audio
The autobiography of Luis Mario
Something that s unbelievable, inconceivable
That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like glass
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
Cos you re fragile, and it should say it on your cover:
This side up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
Oh it s true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
But don t go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your dermis

[Chorus 2x]
(Lalalala-lala-lalala)
I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

[B-Real]
You know me and you ve grown with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I d take you all home with me
I don t walk around with bodyguards, that s not me
I m hangin out with the people as my posse
Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension
People turn around when you become a star it seems
But others hate you all cos you ve fulfilled all your dreams
They smile in your face and act like nothing s wrong
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your
songs
Why don t you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?
Take a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run
You re a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You re just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son

Chorus:

[B-Real]
You know they smile in your face,
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain t safe
Cos you know you re just dead-weight
But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some
eason
But not from me, because it s punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I m easin the blow never
The ????, that you re leasin, ain t gonna roll forever
So think about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don t hurt your brain
But you re thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded

[Chorus 2x]
You know they smile in your face
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain t safe
Cos you know you re just dead-weight

Cypress Hill - Loco en el coco

Tekst :

Para ese que se hace, pero nunca gana
Tira ese jamón en la palangana
Como rana, rana, estoy en la pista
Me siento como el hijo que conquista
No me hagas romperte fuerte
Así ya me tiene como General Electric
Y las luces brillando, estoy pensando
No es lo mismo cuando estoy tomando
Ohh mi mente despacio
Por eso yo no trago del 4.0
Brother dame la yerba
Porque un negro como yo está perdiendo la cabeza

Chorus:
Medio loco en el coco - ido de la mente
Medio loco en el coco - ido de la mente
Medio loco en el coco - ido de la mente
Medio loco en el coco - ido de la mente

Hago lo mío por abajo, ahora en el tubo
Para el voto, ponerse hasta más gordo
Gordinflón en la dieta no te metas
Te robo a ti como ladrón en la revuelta
Lo mío tiene fuerza, te tiro en la tierra
Con tu cara en el piso y tu cuerpo todo tuerca
Duro, tienes algunos, pero, no a mí, yo soy número uno
Pateo el estilo, de espiral del río
Pero cara de payaso, nunca me río
Con mi sería cara, te lo digo todo
Un negro como yo se está volviendo loco

Chorus

Como Louis tengo fuerza, toca trompeta
Le pego a la pipa y aplasto tu cabeza
Rápido, dame a mí mi lotería
Policía, quiere coger lo que crecía
Los puercos quieren soplar mi casa
Pero estoy por abajo con mi grasa
Pah se ponen bravos porque no estoy ahí
Estoy en mi Cadillac, hace tiempo que me fui
Soy el pirata, piloto del bote
Cuando estoy alto como un papalote
Corre de la luz de la chota
Cree en lo que no ves, cree en la lota
Mira, pero no te vuelvas loco
Un negro como yo, ya perdió su coco

Chorus

Cypress Hill - When the shit goes down

Tekst :

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they ll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell s hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya ass on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts
my grip surronded im about ta get rushed i brushed wit death
how many shells stuffed in my closet???

when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes
down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes
down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes
down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

i told tha boyz get tha sawed off glock and tha rest of tha gats
as i strapped on tha bullet-proof vest
BOOM i think i got one to tha chest
hot damn I didn t want to kill a man shit
i still stand tall with tha hill clan ya ll better stand back
niggaz bout ta fall I m comin out blastin like yosemite
sam get tha cheese an tha bread for tha ham

when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes
down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes
down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (when tha shit goes
down)
when tha shit goes down ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

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