Cypress Hill

[ti:Money] [ar:The Game] [al:L.A.X.] [00:02.00]The Game - Money [00:09.00] [00:25.70]Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 [00:28.96]But I grew up around impalas and drug lords [00:32.50]Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores [00:35.80]All

Boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy bye bye Step back as I'm kicking up dust For a while As I put mothafuckas to rest And pull their files Out from the cabinet With the picture Get the forty five and settle it With this punk nigger Slow your roll As I take

[B-Real] 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 blvd., I'm a natural-born cap-peela', strapped illa, I'm the west coast settin' it

[Kurupt] Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle Relax by the kizzle An' go get us a couple hizzles You dizzles Yeah with Muggs

(3x) b-real: whatta you know? the nigga stole my dough so i reached in the closet for the 4-4 jus' hold on, just wait a minute it's gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated whatta you know? the fucker took my phone i still can't believe that he robb

(Intro) ("Say what?" scratched repeatedly) (Sen Dog) I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing Fools thin

(B-Real) I remember times I hustle, times I struggle Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too People who I thought were down, and see true But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle My life,

[ti:Southland Killers] [ar:Cypress Hill] [al:Stoned Raiders] [00:00.68]歌名:Southland Killers [00:00.95]演唱:Cypress Hill Ft. King Tee, MC Ren [00:01.21] [00:01.44]-MC Ren- [00:01.81]Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is [00:04.26]MC motherfuckin' Ren u

Let's kick it ese I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums Outlaw, kicking like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Chill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load up the steel And if you want to get drastic I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic Synthetic mat

When The Sh-- Goes Down - Cypress Hill 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 f

[ti:Illusion] [ar:Leona Lewis] [al:] [00:-7.52]Leona Lewis - Illusion [00:00.44] [00:17.44]My hands are tied in a knot I've never seen before [00:25.57]My feet are bound to a weight headed to the ocean floor [00:34.12]Baby I ain't crying wolf this ti

Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five soul assassins Cypress hill joint. Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up... ...so get it on kid! Fresh is the word, when i display my rappin forte Quicker done than o.j., hey I freak

RISE-崛起 孙燕姿-Stefanie.Sun 东南亚国家联盟(Asean)40周年庆典主题曲 LRC制作:雁姿迷 + 李泽昊 There is a voice within my mind singing the songs of distant times Speaking the thoughts from lost horizons. Music and words that must be signs Shaping the facets that define How we hav

[ti:High Life] [ar:Mono] [al:Formica Blues] [offset:500] [00:00.00]Mono - High Life [00:26.04] [00:28.04]You never heard a single word [00:31.13]That I said to you tonight [00:36.29]You don't remember anything at all [00:39.54]You seem to think that

Don't be like, uh, a Cubano Be like ? stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama No me importa pinga mi nińa All I want to know que 'ta

when the ship goes down - cypress hill goin down, goin down goin down, goin down goin down, goin down goin down, goin down 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 sm

On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without the bones I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones S

"Oh yeah it is!" "Colour is not important. " Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay P

[Chorus] Stoned is the way of the Walk, Stoned is the way of the Walk, Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat, Some think I'm a criminal, But, yo I ain't all of that, Hit ya with the baseball bat, An' ya want to ill though, Want to mess aro

Chorus: Sen Dog Eastside L.A. Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right B-RealWell it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my side is my ese can't fuck with tha