Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"Latin Thugs"
(feat. Tego Calderon)

"Latin Thugs"
(feat. Tego Calderon)



[Sen Dog]
Don't be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like rio stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi niña
All I wanna know que 'ta bueno cinga
Don't be scared echate pa' ca
What's the play dog homeboy goin' on
Ni**as O.G. straight veterano
Master the Spanglish style encojonao
Y'all fools know aqui no se juega
Don't act a fool y no rompa las reglas
We bien crazy ass asesino
Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro

[Chorus: Tego Calderon]
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, pero lo que quiero es cule

Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles

[B-Real]
They call me papi chulo
You know I'm puro
I never fade away
You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away
Hit the leño harder than most niggaz you idolize
Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide

[Sen Dog]
Latin thug roll deep pandillero
Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto
Carpet, car black y perro loco
Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo
'E pingado, poca lita
Saco mi pinga y me singo la pista
Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka
Get a little wild y me como la chocha
Listen up compa the big cypress loma
Still right here y todavia te controla
This ain't no Telemundo special
The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you

[Chorus]

[Tego Calderon]
Hey who the fuck is that
Otro negro loco, daddy
Y necolado, uno de lo pato malo
Mucha mucha bala pa' los raton e desmaya
Que moriran seguro sin faya
I ain't neva scared you heard
Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo
Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo
Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo
Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo
Pa' defendenlo de los enemigos
Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni singo
Pero to dicen lo mismo
Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron
Un majon, blastin' all these motherfuckers
Envidiosos, sapos y chotas
Tirale pa' la cabeza, si se va, no regresa
Eh pa' que suban y ja sepa
Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa
Y no lloro y ni la mama...

 

[fox69]

"Legalize It"

"Legalize It"


{Marijuana plant is a hemp plant
It's used for many other things than just smokin'
One acre of hemp produces four times as much paper than an acre of trees}

Legalize it
Legalize it

{Pot herb Marijuana}

Legalize it

{Every denomination every color every religion}

Legalize it

{George Washington grew hemp on his farm}

Legalize it

{That is just one twelfth
I have given you all the seed bearing plants on earth to use
(Gotta make legalize)}

 

[fox69]

"Let It Rain"

"Let It Rain"


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Lick A Shot"

"Lick A Shot"


"Oh yeah it is!"
"Colour is not important."
Lick a shot!
"Oh!"
Comin' at ya
"Fire!"

Zippedy do da, zippedy hey
Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay
Prude! You can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner
I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Fool
Hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Sunday morning
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo
An' fucked down too
Ploy me
Don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more
Then you better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip
On my hip an'
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Oooo
Where did that .22
Come from
When the bullet past through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder
I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number!

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bull-shit!
This pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings
Snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me
I got no strap G
What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

 

[fox69]

"Light Another"

"Light Another"


[B-Real]
Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard
Dwellin your cells up, lungs start to swell up
Your pipe's gettin crowded, yo just forget about it
Me, is potent, so bring an opponent
You could suck on it, shit I know you wanted to

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
[Sen] B-Real, light another

[B-Real]
I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette
How could you figure, or even, consider that
I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed
?, hash spliff this tweed
actin type of stylin, how do you spell it
Take a hit from outta New York into Phillie
Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out
Now do you really think you can take the red out and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
[Sen] B-Real, light another

[B-Real]
Spliff, aiyya, ?, vaya
Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire
You can't get higher, when you turn me off and
.. aiyyo, pussy stop coughin
You're wastin the lingo, soon all the sack's gone
He'll take this bounty rhyme for you to stack on
Anyway you have it, you love me like Mary Jane
or a 40 to the head, like my brother Kenny Wayne
You need to inhale, musical paraphen'
Yes musical, Muggs fixed the trend
Ahhh, just like a head
Brain cells get lit, but I'm the joint you can't grip
Through, your finger, I'll start to sting ya
So just hear my words linger and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
Yo Muggs, light another!

..

[B-Real]
Put me in the bamboo, with just a tape deck
? like brother, rewinds the cassette
Was it, because it's funky that ya loves it?
(Yeah man) Here's another lyric, go puff it
Don't choke off, the hype or croak off
When you blow the smoke off, hold until I get off
or turn off the fat joint, wanna hit that joint
Here is the flat point, I rob it at gun point
I'm, the High Times, you get through my rhymes
Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline
You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
I'll just, light another

[Cypress Hill]
Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
Yo, light another

You wanna feel the effects of the high?
You wanna feel the effects of the high?
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
Aiyyo, light another

You wanna feel the effects of the high?
Can you feel the effects of the high? Can you feel it?
I feel the effects of the high -- yo can you feel it?
Yo light that motherfucker up man
I know you feel it

 

[fox69]

"Lightning Strikes"

"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 fuck, 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 motherfuckers 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!

 

[fox69]

"Loco En El Coco"

"Loco En El Coco"


[B-Real]
Para ese que se hace, pero nunca gana
Tira ese jamon en la pala
Y gana como rana, rana, estoy en la pista
Me siento como el hijo que conquista
No me hagas romperte fuerte
La silla me tiene como General Electric
Y las luces brillando, estoy pensando
No es lo mismo cuando estoy tomando
Ohh! mi mente despacio (despacio)
Por eso yo no trago del 4.0
Brother dame la yerba
Porque un negro como yo ta perdiendo la cabeza...

[Chorus x4:]
Medio loco en el coco...
(Ido de la mente!)

[Sen Dog]
Hago lo mio por abajo, ahora en el tubo
Para el voto, ponerse hasta mas gordo
Gordinflon en la dieta no te metas
Te robo a ti como ladron en la revuelta
Lo mio tiene fuerza, te tiro en la tierra
Con tu cara en el piso y tu cuerpo todo tuerca
Duros, tienes algunos, pero, no a mi, yo soy numero uno
Pateo el estilo, de espiral del rio
Pero cara de payaso, nunca me rio
Con mi seria cara, te lo digo todo
Un negro como yo se esta volviendo loco...

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Locotes"

"Locotes"


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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Looking Through the Eye of a Pig"

"Looking Through the Eye of a Pig"


[B-Real]
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay
Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
So many different attitudes, that I come across
I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
Bound gagged raped, 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 gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why
don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge
to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall
with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all
The eye of the pig
[DJ Muggs cuts and scratches] 'This pig' from _Pigs_
I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say
that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin
These days you can't tell who's-who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
Fuck, 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 takin 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 basshead bitch
My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all
... long interlude ...
Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked
No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
from the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin
into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.."
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position
Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin 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 talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
Hit the FUCKIN 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
Motherfucker take this
[beatdown ensues as words fade]

 

[fox69]

"Make A Move"

"Make A Move"


{"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and goodwill
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
And furious anger those who attempt to poison
And destroy my brothers
And you will know my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon thee"}
Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha, burnin' in my bong now
You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees
You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves
Move it out just move it on out, no doubt
We the number one crew
Kickin' more gas niggas out the house
Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother
'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father
Take heed to the master's call yes y'all
(Bring your cell phone 'cause I fade them all)
Bullets fly but they don't give a fuck about who dies
When you're in the middle of the fuckin'
No question, confrontation, nowhere to run from the assassination
Let the rain come down, whoops there goes another body on the ground
Watch out for G hound, it's the undisputed Cypress family
Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilely
Growin' inside your mind like a tumor
Spreading in your head like a rumor
Venomous, I'm from the underground
I take care of business, what the fuck is this?
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors
Let me get the rope and hang 'em 'till their fuckin' necks broke
Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe
Let me give you what you need, a fat dose of the good weed
Like a puppet on a string, I'm the one controlling your ass
With the rough shit here to bring
My army grows like the Buddha I sold ya
Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier
Like the 'coup d'etat', now ya are in the middle of the ambush
Stuck in your car they can't find ya
At the bottom of the lake let me remind ya
You better be lookin' behind ya
It's too late, ain't no one standin' here
Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear
Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece
Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Come on
Open up the doors for the high funk Buddha
With the light point the dick can die
Rolling with the six shooter
Thirty-eight, still shootin' real straight
Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate
No surprise as the inches demise
Let the four flow as I look him right in the eyes
And rip these niggas in half
With the fabergraph
They can't find a path
I like the aftermath
Still I reign the sect we remain
The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again
When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain
Brother stay low, cross hairs break you up the frame
Move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
Move 'em out, move 'em out now
(Move 'em out)
{Ah, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see
What they don't want you to see
But it's obvious, isn't it my brother?
Get the smoke from in the front of your eyes
Got to realize, anybody don't like it, move 'em out now}