I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride
I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA
Where you never know if you'll be making it home today
So many different attitudes that I come across
I'm harden and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss
Hustlers, hookers, killers, and thieves out on the street
Got my mind warped just found another corpse on the beat bound
Gagged rapes I'm frustrated I hate it found a woman in the
Dumpster body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head no lie
Sometimes I got to take a sniff so I could get by
Why don't I get help to settle my nerves I got the erg
To merge this bullet with my brain release my pain
What a f*ckin shame I don't wanna live
I'll paint the wall with the bloodstains eye of the pig, I see it all
The eye of the pig (this pig)
I've been on the force, over twenty years
I can say that I'm worse, than some of these motherf*ckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang banging
Pieces of shit who should be on the f*cking noose hanging
These days you can't tell who's who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
F*ck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
I.A. Got an eye, on my close friend guy
For taking a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift
Think I'll get my dick sucked by this bass head bitch
My marriage is all f*cked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these f*cking divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all
Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So I could go home, relax, take a drink and think about my abrupt change
Out of the clean, to the corrupt
Lookin through the eye of the pig, I'm all f*cked
No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a f*ck about me, I'm slipping
Into darkness, I'm coming to grips and feeling heartless
What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out of the ignition"
And raise your hands out the window and get 'em in high position
Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your f*cking head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps
All you talking about is slanging and shooting off the scraps
Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the f*ck out of the truck
I love it how all you f*cking rappers think it's so funny
Hit the f*cking floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) So take a pause
You find it funny? Get that smile off your face
Motherf*cker take this
Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill IV Album Lyrics
Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill IV Lyrics
- Looking Through the Eye of a Pig
- Checkmate
- From the Window of my Room
- Prelude to a Come Up
- Riot Starter
- Audio X
- Steel Magnolia
- I Remember That Freak Bitch (From The Club) / Interlude Part 2
- (Goin All Out) Nothin to Lose
- Tequila Sunrise
- Dead Men Tell No Tales
- Feature Presentation
- Dr. Greenthumb
- 16 Men Till Theres No Men Left
- High Times
- Clash of the Titans / Dust
- Lightning Strikes
- Case Closed
Writer: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Checkmate
[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherf*cker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherf*cker!
Ha! Yeah
Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]
(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall
[repeat 2X]
[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, f*ckin with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell
[Chorus]
(Peek-a-Boo, you f*ck you!)
[Sen Dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor
[B-Real]
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
Checkmate fool!
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherf*cker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherf*cker!
Ha! Yeah
Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]
(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall
[repeat 2X]
[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, f*ckin with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell
[Chorus]
(Peek-a-Boo, you f*ck you!)
[Sen Dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor
[B-Real]
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
Checkmate fool!
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS FREESE, SENEN REYES
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
From the Window of my Room
[B-Real]
Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out
Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls
of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop
Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn f*ckin with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it
[Chorus: B-Real]
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
[B-Real]
From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin
What are you a man or a mouse, the house light
shinin within, that's when you begin to live again
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
From my window I can see
Humanity, goin insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherf*cker dissin
Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the f*ck out, before you get caught up
[Chorus]
Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out
Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls
of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop
Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn f*ckin with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it
[Chorus: B-Real]
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
[B-Real]
From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin
What are you a man or a mouse, the house light
shinin within, that's when you begin to live again
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
From my window I can see
Humanity, goin insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherf*cker dissin
Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the f*ck out, before you get caught up
[Chorus]
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Prelude to a Come Up
[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..
Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..
cool, homey, I'll bring some f*ckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
with no f*ckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah
"Shit is real on the motherf*ckin Hill God" [2X]
"With the crew from off the Hill"
[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
"Shit is real on the motherf*ckin Hill God" [4X]
"With the crew from off the Hill"
[MC Eiht]
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you f*ckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
and leadin the motherf*ckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
"Shit is real on the motherf*ckin Hill God" [5X]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..
Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..
cool, homey, I'll bring some f*ckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
with no f*ckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah
"Shit is real on the motherf*ckin Hill God" [2X]
"With the crew from off the Hill"
[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
"Shit is real on the motherf*ckin Hill God" [4X]
"With the crew from off the Hill"
[MC Eiht]
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you f*ckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
and leadin the motherf*ckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
"Shit is real on the motherf*ckin Hill God" [5X]
Writer: ALBERT JOHNSON, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, FRANK MALAVE, ERIK KLAUS EBERT, CHRISTOPHER KARRER, PETER LEOPOLD, STEFAN ZAUNER, JAMAL GERARD GRINNAGE, NATHANIEL WILSON, MC EIHT, LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Riot Starter
[TV Reporter 1]
"We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear"
[TV Reporter 2]
"OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...Police in riot gear...")
"The police are, uh, forming a long line now..."
[B-Real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while I'm f*ckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the f*ck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like Carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up
Riot....Starter
Riot....Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yeah...move it to the side
Cypress Hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!"
[B-Real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the f*ck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherf*cker
Yo, move the f*ck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!"
[B-Real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate
while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, I breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone
Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
F*ckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of Soul comin to return
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the f*ck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherf*cker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog
All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory
Somewhere, who the f*ck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherf*cker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna f*ck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the f*ck you call it
As long you get out the f*ckin way, let Cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit
Riot Starteeerrrrr!
"We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
to get into riot gear"
[TV Reporter 2]
"OK, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...Police in riot gear...")
"The police are, uh, forming a long line now..."
[B-Real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while I'm f*ckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the f*ck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like Carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up
Riot....Starter
Riot....Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yeah...move it to the side
Cypress Hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!"
[B-Real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while I'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then I pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress Hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the f*ck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherf*cker
Yo, move the f*ck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!"
[B-Real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate
while I'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, I breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone
Makin the scrilla, Manilla, the Don Juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, I'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
F*ckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of Soul comin to return
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Riot...Starter
Come on
[Sen Dog]
"Yo, get the f*ck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherf*cker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is Sen Dog
All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory
Somewhere, who the f*ck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherf*cker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna f*ck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the f*ck you call it
As long you get out the f*ckin way, let Cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the Riot, Starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit
Riot Starteeerrrrr!
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Audio X
"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero!"
(Blast off!)
Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
'Cause we warring
All you f*cking yellow comets running from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
I'll find your f*cking ass in due time
Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
Flipping over the gate, cause you can't wait
To get your f*cking ass away
But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this mushroom cloud
But you never wanna realize that I'm planted
In your mind now
Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound
Let another motherf*cker run up
And I'll put your ass down (down)
Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star
Quick look around, you can't hide
You just might die right where you are
Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
Hey yo what's up kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
With these niggas who be puffin on the Dutch
Busting guns, lay back in the cut
Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smoking the green
'Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
From the streets where life ain't cheap
Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you asking, "Who that rapping?"
We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
Shoot to kill when it's time for action
See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
Better kiss that black ass goodbye
When you try to play these wise guys
So who's complaining when we intensify the levels on the rhyme
You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Because we are the wild
Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
"Audio terrorists
Mic specialists
About to blow this
Blast off"
Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure
Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
'Cause it's on nigga
What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
Let it be known, I control the zone
Beyond your comprehension
Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
F*ck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
And get high
I'm feeling lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
So many people wanna hit my joint
But they never got none
Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
Niggas better start growing they own
They cannot f*ck with mine
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Beginners better run back to the lab
And practice for a while
Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
"This has been another AUDIO X explosive
Blast off!"
(Blast off!)
Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
'Cause we warring
All you f*cking yellow comets running from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
I'll find your f*cking ass in due time
Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
Flipping over the gate, cause you can't wait
To get your f*cking ass away
But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this mushroom cloud
But you never wanna realize that I'm planted
In your mind now
Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound
Let another motherf*cker run up
And I'll put your ass down (down)
Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star
Quick look around, you can't hide
You just might die right where you are
Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
Hey yo what's up kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
With these niggas who be puffin on the Dutch
Busting guns, lay back in the cut
Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smoking the green
'Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
From the streets where life ain't cheap
Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you asking, "Who that rapping?"
We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
Shoot to kill when it's time for action
See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
Better kiss that black ass goodbye
When you try to play these wise guys
So who's complaining when we intensify the levels on the rhyme
You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Because we are the wild
Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
"Audio terrorists
Mic specialists
About to blow this
Blast off"
Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure
Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
'Cause it's on nigga
What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
Let it be known, I control the zone
Beyond your comprehension
Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
F*ck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
And get high
I'm feeling lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
So many people wanna hit my joint
But they never got none
Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
Niggas better start growing they own
They cannot f*ck with mine
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Beginners better run back to the lab
And practice for a while
Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
"This has been another AUDIO X explosive
Blast off!"
Writer: Barron Ricks, Larry E. Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Steel Magnolia
[Attendant:] "That takes a fourteen shot clip
You expecting an army?"
[Serpico:] "No....just the division"
[Barron Ricks]
"Yeah, once again, (that's right)
We about to attack this
(Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah
(Nicky Bond)
Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro
All my little short niggaz
Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo"
Fillin out the cards to your eulogy
Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, f*ck it
That's what niggaz get for f*ckin with this maniac depressive nigga
with aggresion, Smith and Wesson, in his possession
Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take
For short cake, we won't hesistate
I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
Across 110th, to 55th
My covenant is protected, I'm doministic
Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method
Good samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise
I hope you f*ckin with Glocks and fo' fifths
Wrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists
Shatter chins, and bust clips
Check it, "here is somethin you can't understand"
Steel Magnolia
[B-Real]
I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged
As I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged
Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics
Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static
Greed means that you die quick, click the vision
Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission
Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell
to meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell
Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees
on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas
Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger
Killa G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy!
[Barron Ricks]
Steel Magnolia
Magnificent guns bust when 'Uzi Weighs a Ton'
And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips
spells murder, sound synonymous to burner
Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck
So who the f*ck want me to press on they luck, bastard they son
When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run
Annihilation, destroyin all expectations
Have relatives embrace your Harlem hopital, we all patient
5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip
With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light
So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge
Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it!
Steel Magnolia
[B-Real]
Steel Magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry ya
To your final rest area
What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug
And your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy
To your eulogy, open heart surgery
Emergency, 911, come in a hurry
From the Hills to the Polo realms, stackin the bills
I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill
A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, f*ck foes and hoes
Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose
I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose
to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke
You're like a fat joint, I'm takin a toke, I'm like coke
But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a f*ckin addict
To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop
Smooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot shit
[Barron Ricks]
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
You expecting an army?"
[Serpico:] "No....just the division"
[Barron Ricks]
"Yeah, once again, (that's right)
We about to attack this
(Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah
(Nicky Bond)
Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro
All my little short niggaz
Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo"
Fillin out the cards to your eulogy
Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, f*ck it
That's what niggaz get for f*ckin with this maniac depressive nigga
with aggresion, Smith and Wesson, in his possession
Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take
For short cake, we won't hesistate
I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
Across 110th, to 55th
My covenant is protected, I'm doministic
Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method
Good samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise
I hope you f*ckin with Glocks and fo' fifths
Wrath's Napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists
Shatter chins, and bust clips
Check it, "here is somethin you can't understand"
Steel Magnolia
[B-Real]
I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged
As I get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged
Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics
Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static
Greed means that you die quick, click the vision
Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission
Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell
to meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell
Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees
on the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas
Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger
Killa G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy!
[Barron Ricks]
Steel Magnolia
Magnificent guns bust when 'Uzi Weighs a Ton'
And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips
spells murder, sound synonymous to burner
Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck
So who the f*ck want me to press on they luck, bastard they son
When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run
Annihilation, destroyin all expectations
Have relatives embrace your Harlem hopital, we all patient
5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip
With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light
So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge
Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it!
Steel Magnolia
[B-Real]
Steel Magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry ya
To your final rest area
What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug
And your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy
To your eulogy, open heart surgery
Emergency, 911, come in a hurry
From the Hills to the Polo realms, stackin the bills
I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill
A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, f*ck foes and hoes
Get stuck in the ass like Pete Rose
I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose
to get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke
You're like a fat joint, I'm takin a toke, I'm like coke
But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a f*ckin addict
To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop
Smooth, holdin the Glock, rockin the hot shit
[Barron Ricks]
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Steel Magnolia
Writer: B. RICKS, LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Remember That Freak Bitch (From The Club) / Interlude Part 2
Hey yo!
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit
Had it all going on, but it didn't mean shit
She wanted to be a star, with big cars
And all the fame that came my way I gotta say
That she was all that, and a bag of Indo
With no seed, such a delightful weed
I wish she was still around but, no she's gone
I guess she got blessed and she got put on
Hey yo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
Bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran
Had all the holy books, and notes to get still
I never met another dealer with that appeal
With those electric eyes, hypnotized
Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
Bee eyes, bouncing five deep, clicked of innocence
Hanging with friends, all under surveillance from the government
While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewing on ice
Meditating with her camp, getting damp
She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance
She got her f*cking clit pierced, chained to her anus
Professional for wetting niggas up, suck em first
'Til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
Right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
Suck a niggas dick for fun, holding guns in her buns
Type of chick tell you 'f*ck me in the ass' talking shit
While she going, on your dick
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen
So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
She wasn't like other chicks, pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips
She was like, Run-D.M.C., "Tougher Than Leather"
Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
Never again will I meet a woman of her nature
SkyPager turned off, dating one of the Lakers
Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot
He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock
Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her
But her sister's, banging too, what should I do?
F*ck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess
Planting my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless
F*ck playing the second string, on the squad
I'm blowing up, all in your face, word to God
Yeah I f*cked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
It made her pussy bubble, ayo she told me that it loves you
I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
You tell me baby listen, can't you see my f*cking dick is throbbing
She started slobbing and goggling, spitting burbling burping it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherf*cking work of art, she rode my dick
Just like a Kawasaki 'til the pussy started sounding sloppy
Like an old jalopy, time to nut
Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust
On her face in between her lips
Then she started licking it, 'cause it was good shit, protein!
Hot and rich, damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the glove bitch!)
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit
Had it all going on, but it didn't mean shit
She wanted to be a star, with big cars
And all the fame that came my way I gotta say
That she was all that, and a bag of Indo
With no seed, such a delightful weed
I wish she was still around but, no she's gone
I guess she got blessed and she got put on
Hey yo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
Bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran
Had all the holy books, and notes to get still
I never met another dealer with that appeal
With those electric eyes, hypnotized
Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
Bee eyes, bouncing five deep, clicked of innocence
Hanging with friends, all under surveillance from the government
While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewing on ice
Meditating with her camp, getting damp
She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance
She got her f*cking clit pierced, chained to her anus
Professional for wetting niggas up, suck em first
'Til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
Right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
Suck a niggas dick for fun, holding guns in her buns
Type of chick tell you 'f*ck me in the ass' talking shit
While she going, on your dick
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen
So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
She wasn't like other chicks, pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips
She was like, Run-D.M.C., "Tougher Than Leather"
Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
Never again will I meet a woman of her nature
SkyPager turned off, dating one of the Lakers
Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot
He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock
Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her
But her sister's, banging too, what should I do?
F*ck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess
Planting my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless
F*ck playing the second string, on the squad
I'm blowing up, all in your face, word to God
Yeah I f*cked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
It made her pussy bubble, ayo she told me that it loves you
I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
You tell me baby listen, can't you see my f*cking dick is throbbing
She started slobbing and goggling, spitting burbling burping it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherf*cking work of art, she rode my dick
Just like a Kawasaki 'til the pussy started sounding sloppy
Like an old jalopy, time to nut
Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust
On her face in between her lips
Then she started licking it, 'cause it was good shit, protein!
Hot and rich, damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the glove bitch!)
Writer: Louis M. Freeze, Larry Muggerud, Barron Ricks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music
(Goin All Out) Nothin to Lose
[B-Real]
I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
Nothin better to do, than f*ck with the pride
when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy club show me no love, think you above
all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
You got nothin to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin you back off away
and the track off the real, straight off the Hill
What the deal motherf*cker?
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]
I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
[Sen Dog]
I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about
Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
Takin this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
all out my system, take em, and then I twist em
Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
Comin with the thunder and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, down for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
And let me take space up, heat your face up
I'm goin all out, before the raise up
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
[B-Real]
I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
Expression, feelin the tension over the session
The question, fillin your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, keep adressin
The real motherf*ckers in the crowd pay attention
I'm goin the f*ck out, Smith and Wesson
You better stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be settin the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of furies
Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
Comin to your record shop
Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
We choppin heads off
And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium
I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
Nothin better to do, than f*ck with the pride
when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy club show me no love, think you above
all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
You got nothin to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin you back off away
and the track off the real, straight off the Hill
What the deal motherf*cker?
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]
I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
[Sen Dog]
I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about
Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
Takin this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
all out my system, take em, and then I twist em
Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
Comin with the thunder and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, down for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
And let me take space up, heat your face up
I'm goin all out, before the raise up
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
[B-Real]
I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
Expression, feelin the tension over the session
The question, fillin your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, keep adressin
The real motherf*ckers in the crowd pay attention
I'm goin the f*ck out, Smith and Wesson
You better stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be settin the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of furies
Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this
[Chorus]
[Sen Dog]
Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
Comin to your record shop
Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
We choppin heads off
And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tequila Sunrise
Pa' la salud
Pa' la salud primero yo
Primero usted
Ay
Cómetelo joven
Cómetelo jajaja
Aquí estoy con mi barrio, listo a hacer feria
Cartel Cypress Hill esta en tu área
Colectando queso allá en México
Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio
Tengo mis camaradas y todo esta bien
Tengo una mansión en tierra que mide cien
Y todos se den cuenta vengo a hacer tranzas
Con mucha libra aquí estoy pa' La Raza
Me ven en mi ranfla con todos los hierro
Cuidando mi negocio con todo mi perro
No trates nada tengo mis soldados
Espíritu asesino, vienen preparados
Raperos desperados es nuestra tema
El dicho de nosotros A¿agarra la crema
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos, un día vamos a morir, escandaloso
Nunca conocí dinero así, en mis manos
Hasta que conocí un camarada como hermano
No importa donde miro tiene a todos asustados
Corriendo por cubre, con mas que vende 'marrados
Pero como un querieron me enseno la foto grande
Así vendiendo drogas jamas, nunca andes
No como rateros que no entienden, no comprenden
No pases anos torcido con placas en tu frente
Entiendes
Me dio una copa y tome, el sabor malo del gusano
Mejame dándome lecciones
Me cacheteo y dijo Mira, eres mi mejor paisa pero nunca me miras
Has lo que digo y te hago rico chico
Ratas duermen en hoyos, no me cruces o te pico
Que no se te olviden las reglas del juego
Te van a conocer hasta que quemes en el fuego
Mujeres falsas y dinero no va
Como tomando, manejando, mi hermano te mataran
Quédate alerto a lo que esta alrededor
Esas cosas que te dije van a ser tu matador
Tenlo todo en orden la plata no va a parar
Recuérdate de mi y siempre vas a ganar
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos, un día vamos a morir, escandaloso
Tequila Sunrise, ayayay
Tiempo vuela rápido, hijo y by surprise
Mi vana se murió y a mi me dejó
Capitán de las movidas aquí digo yo
Trágate el gusano cabrón, soy el matón
Si no me matas te mato a ti como un ladrón
Confía en nadie, vengo pa' tras
Y jamas me cruces a mi porque yo tengo más
Me recuerdo lo que dijo Jesús
Si quieres el dinero, paisa, tienes que ser primero
Que te peguen mis palabras, esta listo pa' morir
A todo tiempo, porque si no vas a sufrir
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos, un día vamos a morir, escandaloso
Pa' la salud primero yo
Primero usted
Ay
Cómetelo joven
Cómetelo jajaja
Aquí estoy con mi barrio, listo a hacer feria
Cartel Cypress Hill esta en tu área
Colectando queso allá en México
Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio
Tengo mis camaradas y todo esta bien
Tengo una mansión en tierra que mide cien
Y todos se den cuenta vengo a hacer tranzas
Con mucha libra aquí estoy pa' La Raza
Me ven en mi ranfla con todos los hierro
Cuidando mi negocio con todo mi perro
No trates nada tengo mis soldados
Espíritu asesino, vienen preparados
Raperos desperados es nuestra tema
El dicho de nosotros A¿agarra la crema
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos, un día vamos a morir, escandaloso
Nunca conocí dinero así, en mis manos
Hasta que conocí un camarada como hermano
No importa donde miro tiene a todos asustados
Corriendo por cubre, con mas que vende 'marrados
Pero como un querieron me enseno la foto grande
Así vendiendo drogas jamas, nunca andes
No como rateros que no entienden, no comprenden
No pases anos torcido con placas en tu frente
Entiendes
Me dio una copa y tome, el sabor malo del gusano
Mejame dándome lecciones
Me cacheteo y dijo Mira, eres mi mejor paisa pero nunca me miras
Has lo que digo y te hago rico chico
Ratas duermen en hoyos, no me cruces o te pico
Que no se te olviden las reglas del juego
Te van a conocer hasta que quemes en el fuego
Mujeres falsas y dinero no va
Como tomando, manejando, mi hermano te mataran
Quédate alerto a lo que esta alrededor
Esas cosas que te dije van a ser tu matador
Tenlo todo en orden la plata no va a parar
Recuérdate de mi y siempre vas a ganar
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos, un día vamos a morir, escandaloso
Tequila Sunrise, ayayay
Tiempo vuela rápido, hijo y by surprise
Mi vana se murió y a mi me dejó
Capitán de las movidas aquí digo yo
Trágate el gusano cabrón, soy el matón
Si no me matas te mato a ti como un ladrón
Confía en nadie, vengo pa' tras
Y jamas me cruces a mi porque yo tengo más
Me recuerdo lo que dijo Jesús
Si quieres el dinero, paisa, tienes que ser primero
Que te peguen mis palabras, esta listo pa' morir
A todo tiempo, porque si no vas a sufrir
Tequila Sunrise, con los ojos rojos, un día vamos a morir, escandaloso
Writer: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Dead Men Tell No Tales
[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x]
Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm f*ckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
for help, and all the f*ckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
[Sen Dog]
Boo-yah!... come on, motherf*cker
[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x]
WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big
Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherf*cker!)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your head is, gettin f*cked and I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my f*ckin paper
chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you f*ckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season
[Sen Dog]
Nighty-night, mothaf*cka
[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [7x]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x]
Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm f*ckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
for help, and all the f*ckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
[Sen Dog]
Boo-yah!... come on, motherf*cker
[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [4x]
WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big
Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherf*cker!)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your head is, gettin f*cked and I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my f*ckin paper
chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you f*ckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season
[Sen Dog]
Nighty-night, mothaf*cka
[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra [7x]
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Feature Presentation
[Barron Ricks]
My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous
for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers
Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous
Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions
of fortune shit, shittin on your ASR-10 Sequence
F*ckin up the disc
These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves
when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves
Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics
Crack solid granite, initiate global panic
Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks
These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North
My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high
I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside
Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal
in prison whose an individual lose that struggle
My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble
Ready to shed blood up in the jungles
Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent
Cypress, worldwide!
[B-Real]
I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope
to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote
Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil
When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil
The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties
Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt
when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up
Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up
Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck
Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts
Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club
Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz
Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins
like a junkie, f*ckin with 'ron and cocaine
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned
by the world renowned, Cypress compound!
[Chace Infinite]
Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides
of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell
in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks
rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips
I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth
My order in the elements in the universe
My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate
like pushin your face straight through a window pane
with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain
to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science
for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous
peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland
The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light
in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career
Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground
Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer
Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz
caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin
We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines
Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin
My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous
for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers
Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous
Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions
of fortune shit, shittin on your ASR-10 Sequence
F*ckin up the disc
These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves
when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves
Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics
Crack solid granite, initiate global panic
Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks
These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North
My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high
I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside
Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal
in prison whose an individual lose that struggle
My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble
Ready to shed blood up in the jungles
Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent
Cypress, worldwide!
[B-Real]
I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope
to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote
Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil
When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil
The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties
Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt
when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up
Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up
Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck
Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts
Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club
Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz
Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins
like a junkie, f*ckin with 'ron and cocaine
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned
by the world renowned, Cypress compound!
[Chace Infinite]
Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides
of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell
in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks
rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips
I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth
My order in the elements in the universe
My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate
like pushin your face straight through a window pane
with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain
to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science
for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous
peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland
The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light
in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career
Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground
Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer
Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz
caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin
We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines
Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin
Writer: BARRON RICKS, LARRY E. MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dr. Greenthumb
[a short skit opens the beginning of the song]
Hello, Im dr. greenthumb
Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed
And just cant find some anywhere?
Well try my dr. greenthumb grow tips
Ill show you how to grow inside and out
From seed to clone, and the best homegrown
And if youre afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky
No worries, well fix them too
With one of our dr. greenthumb sizzlean screens
To block the nosy pigs vision
Dont believe me?
Just ask one of my many satisfied clients here jed sanders
How well it works
Hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is jaid
And ahm a farmer and Ive been growin
Mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh
Uhh, with dr. greenthumbs sizzlean screen
I dont hafta point my shotgun
At them pesky porkers no more
Thanks dr. green, youre tha shit
Yes, dr. greenthumbs got it all, I guarantee it
Try my book and youll have the chronic in no time
*lighter flicks* dial 1-800-713-grow
*inhaling noise* thats 1-800 *cough cough* *inhale*
*lighter flicks* 713 *cough cough*
G *inhale* r *inhale* o-w
hello dr. greenthumb, paging dr. greenthumb!
[b-real]
Hello my name is dr. greenthumb
Id like to tell you just where Im from
In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields
The f*cking pigs with shields holding the blue steels
Greenhouse effect with the weed connect
(doctor) dea cant keep greenthumb in check (doctor!)
Hps, God bless the whole crop
Please god, dont let me see no cops
Trunkload, ready to hit the highway
Dont let the eye in the sky fly my way
Or we gonna have big trouble, thats no shit
Cant be growin without no permit
But f*ck that, I study the 215 trip
That way when they come they can suck my dick
Weed cant grow without attention
Hello my name is dr. greenthumb
Chorus:
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] Id like to tell you just where Im from
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] Id like to tell you just where Im from
[sendog] aiyyo dr. greenthumb, come on back one time!
[b-real]
People cant live without the herb man
If not theyd be drinkin and drivin and swervin
But thanks to dr. greenthumb weed grow
In the backyard or inside with hydro
To the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream
Tasty, blowin a f*ckin smokescreen
Cycles of weed are constantly grown
Somebody give me the razor to cut groves
Id like to stop, but it feels so good
Horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood
Sticky angel, I wanna leave it alone
But never ever ever gotta worry from my home
What that funny sound knockin at the door (open up its the dea!)
Sorry greenthumb cant talk no more
Please dont follow me into the sun
Hello my name is dr. greenthumb
Chorus 1/2
[b-real]
Out from the lab, no need for rehab
If I cant drive then call me a cab (ese!)
In my closet the weed is dried out
Like eiht said, aint no place to hide out
I dont wanna buy no weed from no cop
Get knocked up and they close up my shop
Thats why I buy no weed from no one
Thats why they call me dr. greenthumb
The scientifical, mystical one
Growin my crops with the rays of the sun
Come one come all and see how its done
If you see the pigs theres no need to run
Cause some of these pigs are down with greenthumb
But you never know what be the outcome
You see the photo in the album
The weed is growin like my erection
Look I never told you where I was from
Some call me real, but Im dr. greenthumb
Chorus
Dr. greenthumb
Doctor, your bulova plant needs special tending to
Doctor, we need more oxygen we need more co2
Doctor, dr. greenthumb youre needed
Doctor, dahyahahahhh... doctor
Hello, Im dr. greenthumb
Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed
And just cant find some anywhere?
Well try my dr. greenthumb grow tips
Ill show you how to grow inside and out
From seed to clone, and the best homegrown
And if youre afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky
No worries, well fix them too
With one of our dr. greenthumb sizzlean screens
To block the nosy pigs vision
Dont believe me?
Just ask one of my many satisfied clients here jed sanders
How well it works
Hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is jaid
And ahm a farmer and Ive been growin
Mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh
Uhh, with dr. greenthumbs sizzlean screen
I dont hafta point my shotgun
At them pesky porkers no more
Thanks dr. green, youre tha shit
Yes, dr. greenthumbs got it all, I guarantee it
Try my book and youll have the chronic in no time
*lighter flicks* dial 1-800-713-grow
*inhaling noise* thats 1-800 *cough cough* *inhale*
*lighter flicks* 713 *cough cough*
G *inhale* r *inhale* o-w
hello dr. greenthumb, paging dr. greenthumb!
[b-real]
Hello my name is dr. greenthumb
Id like to tell you just where Im from
In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields
The f*cking pigs with shields holding the blue steels
Greenhouse effect with the weed connect
(doctor) dea cant keep greenthumb in check (doctor!)
Hps, God bless the whole crop
Please god, dont let me see no cops
Trunkload, ready to hit the highway
Dont let the eye in the sky fly my way
Or we gonna have big trouble, thats no shit
Cant be growin without no permit
But f*ck that, I study the 215 trip
That way when they come they can suck my dick
Weed cant grow without attention
Hello my name is dr. greenthumb
Chorus:
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] Id like to tell you just where Im from
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[b-real] hello my name is dr. greenthumb
[sendog] hello my name is dr. greenthumb!
[b-real] Id like to tell you just where Im from
[sendog] aiyyo dr. greenthumb, come on back one time!
[b-real]
People cant live without the herb man
If not theyd be drinkin and drivin and swervin
But thanks to dr. greenthumb weed grow
In the backyard or inside with hydro
To the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream
Tasty, blowin a f*ckin smokescreen
Cycles of weed are constantly grown
Somebody give me the razor to cut groves
Id like to stop, but it feels so good
Horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood
Sticky angel, I wanna leave it alone
But never ever ever gotta worry from my home
What that funny sound knockin at the door (open up its the dea!)
Sorry greenthumb cant talk no more
Please dont follow me into the sun
Hello my name is dr. greenthumb
Chorus 1/2
[b-real]
Out from the lab, no need for rehab
If I cant drive then call me a cab (ese!)
In my closet the weed is dried out
Like eiht said, aint no place to hide out
I dont wanna buy no weed from no cop
Get knocked up and they close up my shop
Thats why I buy no weed from no one
Thats why they call me dr. greenthumb
The scientifical, mystical one
Growin my crops with the rays of the sun
Come one come all and see how its done
If you see the pigs theres no need to run
Cause some of these pigs are down with greenthumb
But you never know what be the outcome
You see the photo in the album
The weed is growin like my erection
Look I never told you where I was from
Some call me real, but Im dr. greenthumb
Chorus
Dr. greenthumb
Doctor, your bulova plant needs special tending to
Doctor, we need more oxygen we need more co2
Doctor, dr. greenthumb youre needed
Doctor, dahyahahahhh... doctor
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS FREESE
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
16 Men Till Theres No Men Left
Ladies and gentlemen
We would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill
[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[Verse One: B-Real]
So many f*ckin emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel
[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[Verse Two: B-Real]
I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin
That's like Mike f*ckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The f*ckin cynical shit brains
As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the f*ckin flow
but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow
[B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[Verse Three: B-Real]
Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you f*ckin your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you f*cked over, you're Scared Sober
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[Verse Four: B-Real]
F*ck the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like Ass Miller, and that f*ckin ex-dealer
Can't forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here's your f*ckin eulogy-o!
[B-Real] That was 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
We would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill
[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[Verse One: B-Real]
So many f*ckin emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel
[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[Verse Two: B-Real]
I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin
That's like Mike f*ckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The f*ckin cynical shit brains
As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the f*ckin flow
but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow
[B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[Verse Three: B-Real]
Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you f*ckin your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you f*cked over, you're Scared Sober
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[Verse Four: B-Real]
F*ck the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like Ass Miller, and that f*ckin ex-dealer
Can't forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here's your f*ckin eulogy-o!
[B-Real] That was 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
High Times
Now this some baaad weeed...
[B'Real:]
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spillin the weed plant f*ckin dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need
True indeed, blow your f*ckin smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
[Chorus:]
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another
Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe I usta look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record
Blow your f*ckin smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
[Chorus]
[B'Real:]
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spillin the weed plant f*ckin dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need
True indeed, blow your f*ckin smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
[Chorus:]
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another
Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe I usta look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record
Blow your f*ckin smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
[Chorus]
Writer: Y, LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Clash of the Titans / Dust
Make certain that no stone stands
That no creature crawls
I command you to let lose the last of the Titans
It's time to strike!
Let the rain pour down from God above
With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks
Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
With the uniform of my sworn enemies
You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease
Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take
Can lead to the math that the master's break
The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss
Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and God's law
Look in the stars, aligned with sign and Mars
Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God
Attention, attention
The soul of the master's elements, disaster
Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster
The blade swings, slashing your throat
The vision's on the mission, seeking the note
Dropping the bomb, by remote
Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys
The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough
Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost
Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight
Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night
The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide
No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise
And to clash
Attention, attention
God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling
Beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling
Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case
Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place
Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire
Resume, from the Temple of Boom, and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
The clash rages on, people remain calm
Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad
You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed
And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell
When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell
Celebrate now, put the blades to rest
No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down
Attention
You creating hysteria
Attention, attention
That no creature crawls
I command you to let lose the last of the Titans
It's time to strike!
Let the rain pour down from God above
With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks
Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
With the uniform of my sworn enemies
You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease
Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take
Can lead to the math that the master's break
The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss
Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and God's law
Look in the stars, aligned with sign and Mars
Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God
Attention, attention
The soul of the master's elements, disaster
Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster
The blade swings, slashing your throat
The vision's on the mission, seeking the note
Dropping the bomb, by remote
Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys
The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough
Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost
Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight
Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night
The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide
No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise
And to clash
Attention, attention
God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling
Beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling
Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case
Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place
Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire
Resume, from the Temple of Boom, and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
The clash rages on, people remain calm
Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad
You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed
And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell
When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell
Celebrate now, put the blades to rest
No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down
Attention
You creating hysteria
Attention, attention
Writer: L. Freese, L. Muggerud
Copyright: Lyrics © SOUL ASSASSINS INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © SOUL ASSASSINS INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Lightning Strikes
"Attention all personnel
The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"
"The world's famous
The world's famous
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous
Cypress Hill
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous"
"Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"
"The Soul Assassin button has now been activated"
"The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The time has come!"
[Sen-Dog]
Ain't taking, nobody back with me
It's on till the end with anybody who want to hit me
Ain't looking back, putting it all on the line
Don't give a f*ck, bring the rough one time
And I think we should all get down and busy
Say the four word and you spin until your dizzy
Niggas say who is he, but I'm the ? fact
Same fool that's watching, is the one who stabs your back
So, make a plot, but yo, it's non-stop
Knowing exactly who comes on the block
Take no prisoners, put that in effect
Get the name from your set, and tat it on your neck
Let these know motherf*ckers know who got next
Southside represent, I be catching wreck
And show your respect, when you step up to me son
Don't imitate, cuz my style ain't in season
Go back to the lab, upgrade the chump
Get a new ? gun before you get dum dum
[B-Real & Sen-Dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
[B-Real]
Take a ride
When lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming
No sunshine, no California dreaming
The demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice
Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced
?, rock on, the brain waves
What you clocking, I be dropping the bomb, you getting maimed
The games you play, look up and say you want to change
And rearrange, the strange, you never go the way
Don't look back, forget that, you need that
Just sit back, look at the show, and see that
Display the raw power, black out
Even the score, open the door, and break out
Leave it alone, the unknown fury, blind rage
Move aside, get wise and make the front page
Center stage, you ?, and leave with
Go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed
The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure
Look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher
Strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows
Tears coming down, the bucking, so ? slow
[B-Real & Sen-Dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"
"The world's famous
The world's famous
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous
Cypress Hill
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The world's famous"
"Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"
"The Soul Assassin button has now been activated"
"The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Cypress, Cypress Hill
The time has come!"
[Sen-Dog]
Ain't taking, nobody back with me
It's on till the end with anybody who want to hit me
Ain't looking back, putting it all on the line
Don't give a f*ck, bring the rough one time
And I think we should all get down and busy
Say the four word and you spin until your dizzy
Niggas say who is he, but I'm the ? fact
Same fool that's watching, is the one who stabs your back
So, make a plot, but yo, it's non-stop
Knowing exactly who comes on the block
Take no prisoners, put that in effect
Get the name from your set, and tat it on your neck
Let these know motherf*ckers know who got next
Southside represent, I be catching wreck
And show your respect, when you step up to me son
Don't imitate, cuz my style ain't in season
Go back to the lab, upgrade the chump
Get a new ? gun before you get dum dum
[B-Real & Sen-Dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
[B-Real]
Take a ride
When lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming
No sunshine, no California dreaming
The demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice
Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced
?, rock on, the brain waves
What you clocking, I be dropping the bomb, you getting maimed
The games you play, look up and say you want to change
And rearrange, the strange, you never go the way
Don't look back, forget that, you need that
Just sit back, look at the show, and see that
Display the raw power, black out
Even the score, open the door, and break out
Leave it alone, the unknown fury, blind rage
Move aside, get wise and make the front page
Center stage, you ?, and leave with
Go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed
The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure
Look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher
Strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows
Tears coming down, the bucking, so ? slow
[B-Real & Sen-Dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Writer: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Case Closed
Motherf*cker with one little single
Three or four cammie's under your belt
One good game gonna put you in the hall of fame
Motherf*cker, nahmean?
Got one hit, you think you an all star baby
Ha, you sure got somethin' to learn, rookie ass nigga
It's the big hill baby, stand strong motherf*cker, what?
Don't trip when you hit the lunatic, transmit, aw, shit
Break it down for the bitches and don't slip
You wish, get a grip, you talkin' with loose lips
Runnin' your mouth, give you a tip, eat a dick
Huffin' and puffin now you the man, understand this
Dumb motherf*ckers explode up in the push persist
Keep movin' with no lyrics, your spirit's broke
Sounds like you got a dick caught in your throat
Huh, hit wood a takin you under a down low
Shitting on your one single and carry o's
Hold up, let me slow down the catch up
Before you open up your mouth for the kick to the gut
Pure breed, raw killer, rhyme thriller
Spit fire like Godzilla, the mad willer
Swingin' over the beat, you ready, hold steady
You come across, biting the bullet and be the boss
Hard, sit cars, you wanna floss guitars quick
You rapping like you wrapping your lips around my dick
Nobody told me to stop until I bust in your face
Got your rhyme puffy, sprayin' the mace, the case closed
Expose the whack nigga who chose to pose high
Figure burial, up in the hills, the gravedigger, nigga
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Three or four cammie's under your belt
One good game gonna put you in the hall of fame
Motherf*cker, nahmean?
Got one hit, you think you an all star baby
Ha, you sure got somethin' to learn, rookie ass nigga
It's the big hill baby, stand strong motherf*cker, what?
Don't trip when you hit the lunatic, transmit, aw, shit
Break it down for the bitches and don't slip
You wish, get a grip, you talkin' with loose lips
Runnin' your mouth, give you a tip, eat a dick
Huffin' and puffin now you the man, understand this
Dumb motherf*ckers explode up in the push persist
Keep movin' with no lyrics, your spirit's broke
Sounds like you got a dick caught in your throat
Huh, hit wood a takin you under a down low
Shitting on your one single and carry o's
Hold up, let me slow down the catch up
Before you open up your mouth for the kick to the gut
Pure breed, raw killer, rhyme thriller
Spit fire like Godzilla, the mad willer
Swingin' over the beat, you ready, hold steady
You come across, biting the bullet and be the boss
Hard, sit cars, you wanna floss guitars quick
You rapping like you wrapping your lips around my dick
Nobody told me to stop until I bust in your face
Got your rhyme puffy, sprayin' the mace, the case closed
Expose the whack nigga who chose to pose high
Figure burial, up in the hills, the gravedigger, nigga
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Writer: BARRON RICKS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music
Cypress Hill IV is the fourth studio album by American hip hop group Cypress Hill. It was released on October 6, 1998, by Ruffhouse and Columbia Records. After 3 years from their previous album, Cypress Hill released the 'IV' album.
The skeletons on the cover are posing as the three wise monkeys (see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil). Rappers MC Eiht and Barron Ricks were featured on the album. The album went Gold in the U.S with over 500,000 units sold.
Performed By:
Cypress HillThe skeletons on the cover are posing as the three wise monkeys (see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil). Rappers MC Eiht and Barron Ricks were featured on the album. The album went Gold in the U.S with over 500,000 units sold.
Genre(s): West Coast hip hop, Latin hip hop, hip hop, hardcore hip hop
Producer(s): DJ Muggs
Length: 73:17
Released: October 6th, 1998
Year: 1998