Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"One Last Cigarette"

"One Last Cigarette"


(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
You better untie me from this chair nigga
You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
Do you know who the fuck I am?)

[beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks]

Right [duct tape being unrolled]
Sho' you right
You want a cigarette nigga?

[B-Real]
You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you
They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble
They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin
We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin
We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy
What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?
We had good times, committin hood crimes
We drew lines but you never understood mine
You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me
I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony
I guess it manifested when I got the call early
They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly
She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?
I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it
Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair
You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly
They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly
Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers
You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle
Now it's time to pay, any last words to say?
I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray
Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga
Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga
You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me
You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky
But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers
Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders
But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward
This is the very hour, I send your family flowers
I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you
They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you

[Cypress Hill]
Relax... no no it's okay
Let me give you a light [muffled: "Oh SHIT!"]

[flames roaring, a voice screaming]

That's my favorite fucking song..

[in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays]

[B-Real]
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
Well this pig worked at the station
This pig he killed my Homeboy
so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation
This pig he is the chief
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley
He's got a son that's a pig too
He's collectin pay-offs from a dark alley
This pig's known as a narco..

[music fades]

 

[fox69]

"Pass The Dutch"
(feat. Evidence, The Alchemist)

"Pass The Dutch"
(feat. Evidence, The Alchemist)



Do you want to get high?
(YEAH ! ....)

(Put it in the air...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Then put in the air
if you wanna get high

Spark it up in a circle
With the kush weed that would hurt you
If you got the purple we can blaze it
Either way, The high you scerch?
You shoulda bought
Then you know the rules
before you hit it once
When you catch my blunt
you know which way to pass it
when it comes

Pass the joint on the left hand side

Don't ever pass it on the right
never ash it on my Nike
If you sprinkle hash in it
Just don't let it out your sight
'Cause if you take it outta sight,
Well ya just beggin' for a fight
Aight!
Give me a lighter,
So why you can't decide
to ignite it?
Puff Puff Pass homie!
Don't just stand and try to hide it
I smoke a bowl or a spliff
and uplift my sprits
then I take a bong hit
Hit it fuckin' hard
and clear it
Hit it with the left hand,
pass to the next man
Still the fool is blessed,
and his weed is from the west
and you'll never get it done
your bitin',
you can bet it on your life
It's 4/20 every night
Who wanna get high?

Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....)

Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
And then put it in the air
If you wanna get high

I'm Green Evidence
On the podium, stands the minister
I see weed from Cypress trees
I just finished up
I'm center stage high,
Civic center stage dive
Even summer, winter, spring,
and fall, ain't the same
My heads in the clouds
of smoke then I choke and laugh,
then toke on the left hand side
No joke work
can touch these Los Angeles souls
We twist herbs up
The word's a dangerous flow
(Go!)
(Only on the left hand...)
When I smoke
I'm tilted to the side like a kick stand
Roll up a rock
and call me a middle man
I'm sinkin' a riddle
like it was quicksand
One (snort) clear out your nasal passage
wit the medicine of dristan
Voilà
My mind at ease...
The Police car (Whoop-Whoop)
wanna come find my trees
Hashish from Iraq
will make my eyes chinese
Tearing up the studio
just tryin' to find my keys (la, la, la, la, la...)
It's like that ya'll

Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side (la, la, la, la, la...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Then put it in the air
If you wanna get high

Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....)

 

[fox69]

"Pigs"

"Pigs"


This pig harassed the whole neighborhood,
Well this pig worked at the station.
This pig he killed my Homeboy,
So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation.

This pig he is the chief,
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley.
He's got a son that'a a pig too,
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley.

This pig is known as a Narco,
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be.
This pig he's a fuckin' fag,
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy.

Well this pig he's really cool,
So in this class we know he rides all alone.
Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts,
While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home.

This pig he's a big punk,
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me.
'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart,
And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society.

This pig works for the mafia,
Makin' some money off crack.
But this little pig got caught,
So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back.

'Cos once he gets to the Pen,
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest.
To protect him from some mad nigga,
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest.

An' it's all about breakin' off sausage,
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine ?
Niggas wanna do him in the ass,
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line.

That fuckin' pig.

Look what he got himself into.

Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk.

Anybody like pork-chops ?

How 'bout a ham sandwich ?
How 'bout a ham sandwich ?

 

[fox69]

"Prelude to a Come Up"
(feat. MC Eiht)

"Prelude to a Come Up"
(feat. MC Eiht)



[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 fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin Hill God" [5X]

 

[fox69]

"Psychodelic Vision"

"Psychodelic Vision"


[Intro 4x]
Lalalala-lala-lalala

[B-Real]
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
Psychodelic visions would ensue
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
But I sorted through, all that distorted shit brought it up
I came short and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to record it on audio
The autobiography of Luis Mario
Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable
That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like glass
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:
This side up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis

[Chorus 2x]
(Lalalala-lala-lalala)
I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Chorus 2x]
You know they smile in your face
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight

 

[fox69]

"Psycobetabuckdown"

"Psycobetabuckdown"


[B-Real]
I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael
+Halloween+ character, or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
See you need the day-ta, better I say dah-ta
You're lookin at the Tribe, and you're a hater
Comin from inside, means I come better
or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket -- I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown! Huh!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal
rapid-fire petal, funk is makin me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, so here son ?
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Broads swingin off my dick like a chimp, simpin
So what's the story - you come lookin for me?
Better just scatter, or you're gettin leaded
I'm the one who said it, boy it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
Cause I'm +The Phuncky Feel One+, makin you get real loose
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalogue
from what you want me to select
different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
in the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
HEY MAN, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo where's the hooda?
Hahaha, funky, yeah
I don't like that crazy shit man..

 

[fox69]

"Puercos (Pigs)"

"Puercos (Pigs)"


[B-Real]
Este puerco se bajo con nosotros
Este trabaja en la estacion
Este mato a mi compa
So el descarado se fue de vacacion
Este puerco es el jefe
Tengo un hermano Capitan O'Malley
El tiene un hijo que es un puerco
Y el colecta sobres en el sur de Cali...

Ese puerco es un narco
Asi es, polizon, talves otra cosa
Este puerco es mariquita
Son los otros puercos, les dicen mariposa
Y ese otro puerco es buena gente
El vota solo, nada le pasa
Y este otro puerco come donas
Mientras que alguien roba tu casa...

Este puerco el se hace
Y se cuando me ve no me aguanta
Por que los puercos no les gusta cuando dice
Eres un rapero del grupo que canta
Este trabaja con la mafia
Haciendo dinero de las drogas
Pero a este puerquito lo cogieron
So cuando llegue al bote le van a partir su boca
Por que cunado llegue al bote
No le van dar pa que se pueda protectar
De un negro loco que el mismo
Un dia trato de arrestar
Ahora es tiempo de jamon y lechon
Te sientes mal? el no tuvo decitina
Para cogerlo y pagarle pa tras
Todos los cocos a un cueste de una linea........

 

[fox69]

"Ready To Die"

"Ready To Die"


[Chorus: B-Real]
Are you ready to die, ready to die, tell me
I see your look in your eye and its deadly
better pray to the sky and get ready
when you decide come on tell me

[Verse 1]
You got a choice in life with a fork in the road
got your back turned with your eyes closed with a blindfold
when you open them up there's a signpost
enter at your own risk better find out where your home is
some chose the streets livin a life outlawed
doubt you'll see me spittin'my game southpole
careful with the choices you make
you gotta live with them, can't you hear the voices you hate
how do you deal with them
some took another path felt they own wrath add drugs to the math
cut the life spans in half from deaths to cold sweats
to soul lets go into the abbys
we are gonna miss you yo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I put my fist up I ain't gonna hit you nigga
I got no regrets I ain't gonna diss you nigga
I just pray for you even though you're hard headed
you made your own bed and I hope you don't get wetted
I took the wrongsteps too but I learned from them
I drew heat from my niggaz like the burning sun
but like all lessons I need a self check I still got my strap
but now I use my brain as a weapon
could have stood left chose death no bread underfed
all these niggaz spraying lead pushing on me laying dead
this ain't gonna happen yet bitches I'm a fucking vet
if you're coming for my head you can get a slug instead
every nigga something something dues are they even fucking paid up
what do you say to all the haters writing in the fukin papers
homie wake up or we take up all the ground that you can't make up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Real Estate"

"Real Estate"


[B-Real]
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
some go nut, the power of the last one
slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!
[B-Real]
This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
of a minor ?
All for 47, swung ? eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven
Weak ducks, duckin and buckin
Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit
Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ?
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse
Straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real
Yeah.. get funky, Real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill
[B-Real]
You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
everything you know, still you can't do no
damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now
the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers
I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
and choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
Yo I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin back to the old school
So they keep goin out
Cause they're just not Real
Ha yeah that's right fool
[B-Real]
Yes the master pass, kick your ass
and feel combustion, for the dope blast
Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate

 

[fox69]

"Real Thing"
(feat. Pearl Jam)

"Real Thing"
(feat. Pearl Jam)



[Verse One:]
It's time I came to get mine
Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine
Why do the pigs come
Bring your ass on
Cross the line so I can get the blast on
Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side
So don't even tempt me
Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with
the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel
Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute
to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now
Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl
Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw
the towel in
I'm not doing the ill thing
Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
[Verse Two:]
GIve me a taste off open a place and a black nine
by the wate line
Never know when someone will test ya
Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya
I'm the big hum that became the attack
Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker
That I won't do anything for the looper
When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop
Click click bang bang
Cuz it ain't no thang when I hang with Stone
And I kick that funky slang
You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing
Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing