Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"Bang Bang"

"Bang Bang"


[Intro: B-Real (Dude)]
[sniff]
This is fucking weed is good holmes! (Fuck!)
You know, the first time I fuckin' blazed up, eh? I was listening to those watto's Cypress Hill!
You ever heard of them holmes? (Yeah, I heard of 'em... They fuckin' suck!)
Are you fuckin' stupid, eh?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Those watto's are feed man, holmes! (Naaaahhhh!) [car pulls away]
You're fuckin' hater, eh?
Don't fuckin', just gonna shoot you, boy! (Whatever...) [3 shots]

[Bridge 1: Voice]
Shot down!
Shot down!
Shot down!
Shot down! (Bang, bang!)

Shot down! (Bang, bang!)
Shot down! (Bang, bang!)
Shot down! (Bang, bang!)
Shot down!

[B-Real:]
This is for those haters and imitators
Take your medicine you won't like the flavor!
The taste ain't sweet! - We lace that beef.
Never forget how we play in the street!
Never forget what you say in the street!
If you talk too loud, get laid with the heat.
We want that cake and Jay. - You can't stop us!
Out the gate we take those dollars,
Get a crew while we do us some real shit.
Me and the dogs we rock steady pushin' the Hill shit.
We flip scripts like dough boys clip bricks
Get money like lottery quick picks!
We stick with it and homie I'm quick witted
Still in the game and sane we still spit it.
Top level. - Livin' like a rebel.
Settle down bitch while we skip that medal!

[Chorus: B-Real (Voice)]
Remember when you motherfuckers (shot down!)
Tried to take what's mine! (shot down!)
Nigga's left me for dead. (shot down!)
But I'll never forget! (shot down!)

[Bridge 2: Voice (Sen Dog)]
Bang, bang! (PAYBACK!) Shot Down!
Bang, bang! (PAYBACK!) Shot Down!
Bang, bang! (PAYBACK!) Shot Down!
Bang... [8 seconds instrumental]

[Sen Dog:]
I came up in the game doin' my thang for the paper, (DOIN' MY THANG FOR THE PAPER!)
Never gon' change! Bringin' bang on the haters. (BRINGIN' BANG ON THE HATERS!)
They used to gangbang on the corner black came out
Drop then sayin': "Not the world for this flava! "
I remember when you niggas used to front on me. (FRONT ON ME!)
Everywhere I ride kept the gun on me. (GUN ON ME!)
I only used to listen to my one O.G., (ONE O.G.!)
He said: "Get money, but stay low key! " (STAY LOW KEY!)
So it's a payback - with pain in the back (PAIN IN THE BACK!)
The whole world gettin' high (GETTIN' HIGH!), when I say it on the track! (ON THE TRACK!)
And I say it with a Gat! (WITH A GAT!) - I never gon' sleep! (NEVER GON' SLEEP!)
Fuckin' hit 'em up, if you ever wanna trick. (EVER WANNA TRICK!)
All it takes is a hit and you never forget
When you smoke on the Hill, wanna kill level twist. (WANNA KILL LEVEL TWIST!)
Fuck a shot! We drinkin' the whole Fifth! (DRINKIN' THE WHOLE FIFTH!)
Then I ride with them killa G's, know we don't miss! (KNOW WE DON'T MISS!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2][43 seconds instrumental]

[Bridge 1: x2]

 

[fox69]

"Bong Hit"

"Bong Hit"


Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat coal
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong...
Hits From The Bong y'all
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don't straaaain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains, when I hit Mary
With that flame, I light up the cherry
She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water
Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As I take Hits from the bong
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Straighten your dick out...
Can I get a hit? ...

 

[fox69]

"Boom Biddy Bye Bye"

"Boom Biddy Bye Bye"


Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
Yo, bringin' it on Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it
You say guns, I say pistolas
Well, if you got beef son
Callate la boca
Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
From L A to Brooklyn why you doin' all that talkin'
Think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking
Yo, toast the host from coasts' we boast
When we meet again, I will be Casper that friendly ghost
You'll hear shots, like the Show Cops
Things are still the same, I'm still growin' crops
Wyclef with B Real, let me build better yet, killa bee kill
Yo, B Real watch your grip
Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call paradise
Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
Can he pass or does he posess the will
Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
Punks are broken some day fall off the ledge
Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge
You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin
They'll never happen while I'm rappin', I be watchin'
The Philistines, creepin' up in Manhattan
The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with muggs
But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood
Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call Paradise
Yo, once a child, twice a villain
If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination
They say you're dope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer
Beware, you pull your wallet Mr Thief stares
The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
I'm doomed join the Son of Man in the tomb
I see the soldiers, comin' from out the shadows
Ready for battle, ain't tryin' to hear the baffled
Warriors lined up in full war gear
In it to win it if it goes on for years
Dedicated to the stable of the assassins
Revolutionaries, just bring on the action
Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call Paradise
Soldier man rewind selector soldier man
Refugee soldier man, Brooklyn soldier man
L A massive soldier man
New Jersey massive soldier man
Uptown massive soldier man
Long Beach massive soldier man
You know the whole world watches soldier man
Boom biddy bye bye
Open up ya eyes you'll be the next one to die

 

[fox69]

"Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix)"

"Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix)"


[Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
[B-Real] Yo, bringin it on
[Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it

[Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real]

[Wyclef] You say guns
[B-Real] I say pistolas
[Wyclef] Well if you got beef son
[B-Real] Callate la boca
[Wyclef] Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
[B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
[Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin
[B-Real] Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking
[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast
When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost
[B-Real] You'll hear shots, like the show Cops
Things are still the same, I'm still growin crops
[Wyclef] Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet
[B-Real] Killa bee kill
[Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your grip

[Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill]

[B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] You open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh
[Wyclef] Now he rest in the place that they call paradise

[Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef]

Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
Can he pass or does he posess the will
Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
Punks are broken some dey fall off the ledge
Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge

You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin (without no sin)
They'll never happen while I'm rappin I be watchin
The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan
The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs
But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real]

Yo, once a child, twice a villain
If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination
They say you'redope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer
Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares
The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
I'm doomed join the son of man in the tomb

I see the soldiers, comin from out the shadows
Ready for battle, ain't trying to hear the baffled
Warriors lined up in full war gear
In it to win it if it goes on for years
Dedicated to the stable of the Assassins
Revolutionaries, just bring on the action

[Chorus]

[WYCLEF]
Soldier man
Rewind selector soldier man
Refugee soldier man
Brooklyn soldier man
L.A massive soldier man
New Jersey massive soldier man
Uptown massive soldier man
Long beach massive soldier man
You know the whole world watches soldier man

Boom biddy bye bye open up ya eyes you'll be the next one to die.......

 

[fox69]

"Born To Get Busy"

"Born To Get Busy"


Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
I'm the the stiff and I do get nicer
Up the pussy when we in the same party, what
We can do this bro, we can't be maxin'
The figures is useless, unless we're taxin'
This is a perfection and my tribe's the cash dump
Known as a musician, imitator act up
Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task
And I set out from the beginning, to kick on the scratch
Using modern technique, I place a beat in a rap
I went to learn acquire knowledge of a scholar went to college, all
Comes very handy when it comes to pushin' shovin' and stuff
Then ask who is he though, I'm not the sissy
I'm stiff to neutral brother, and I'm born to get busy
Let us start to freak you and we'll make you feel alright
When you come to Cypress Hill
Make sure that you're down with the tribe
'Cause we're born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
B-B-Busy
As I stroll the ever ways of the Buddha masters
As I smoke my joint I feel one with the earth
But a brother like me keeps on walkin to get to the
Next sign then blaze the next joint
{The, physical effects of marijuana
The first sensations may be felt instantly
After having smoked grass or an hour after having eaten
Usually, they creep slowly into this stoned condition
Inch by inch, sliding upward, but to beatnik
The effects may come upon you, suddenly
And startle you full force}
{(The, physical effects of marijuana)
(There are four basic types of marijuana)
Psychologically, sometimes the early psychological stages
Coincide with the early physical stages experienced while stoned
The famous 'Mind Expansion'
Comes after the famous physical sensation
Grass, heightens and distorts
For example, profound revelations
You may think you have profound revelations, only to discover}

 

[fox69]

"Break 'Em Off Some"

"Break 'Em Off Some"


This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools!
Do ya wanna get crazy?
Comin' atcha in '93!

Through the car swings
The firing pins go click
When I duck behind the trash bin
Ran out of ammo no doubt my gatt is dry like a fuckin' drought

Got to make my way home
Hit the gate and get my chrome goddamn this song
They got me cornered lemme just warn ya
I'll pull this trigga make your family mourn ya

Boo-hoo! Where ya gonna run to when I pull out the Scooby Do
Run let me break ya off some, hit the floor 'coz it ain't no fun
But here they come, they must wanna get done
No frontin' punk, I'll break ya off somethin!

Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some

What the fuck I'm rollin'?
In a Mack truck that's stolen, guess what I'm holdin'?
Ammo to bust my load still I'm easin' on down
The yellow brick road

Whatta ya know?
A pig in a plain brown wrapper, he wanna bring me down
I'll hit that corner, lemme just warn ya
I'll bring ya ass down, make ya family mourn ya

21 gun salute, trying to take my loot
Don't make me shoot
I'll hit my blunt and pass you a load
And punk, let me break ya of something

Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some

I got to roll with the self control
In the green tank when the shit unfolds
Hold up, I got it sewn up
Me and my niggas are about to blow up

Got the pigs on my tail
What they get is the hollow point shell, caught in the sail
Servin' my sentence, got my apprentice in the hood
But the nigga is senseless

Out on parole
Now the nigga has turned to my fold, now the punk gotta go
That punk got shady, wouldn't repay me
Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me
Maybe the fucker would stop
But nothin' would stop me from havin' to break 'em off something

Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
...

 

[fox69]

"Break It Up"

"Break It Up"


Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill!
[x13 to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Can I Get a Hit"

"Can I Get a Hit"


Handle it, handle it
You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete
True, true
You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed
At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs
Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats in background 6X]

[B-Real]
You know I hate it when I roll a joint and give it to somebody
Who ain't got weed but they wanna be up in the party
Laughin and gigglin, sippin on a Heinie
Son you need a Tic Tac your breath is gonna blind me
Talkin about you wanna hit, spittin in my eardrum
Oh you new in the cypher, step to the rear son
Still they manage to hit it, and put they grip on it
That's when they wet the tip and put they lips on it
Then when you get it, forget it, it's been wetted
Who gonna hit it now, not me, you got me
Thinkin about these fuckin jokers, double tokers
Smokers who hit it like they suckin a dick, fuckers
Flippin it, lovin it, smokin it to the head
Givin it to me half way down, "thanks again"
Then when you see 'em later smokin they own stash
When you ask 'em for a hit, they say, "sorry this is my last"
I shared some with you, "Sorry that's not my problem
Talk to the hand but I got plenty if you wanna buy some"
These people piss me off, this is true indeed
But nothin's worse when someone's askin for some weed
What do I look like a tree where the bud grows
Here pick my left nut and smoke it in the bol
Or better grow your own leave mine alone
Here I'll give you a clone now raise up outta my zone
I know I got the best weed, but don't make me
Make your burnt chest bleed what you need
Is weed etiquette, please don't be offended
Cuz the weed costs money I'm the one who has to spend it

And that's just the way it is man
Y'all motherfuckers need to learn
You just can't come, askin for some shit and not givin none in return
What the fuck is that man? We goin into 2000 motherfucker
You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people
Pass it to the left motherfuckers
Can I get a hit of your weed [repeats to the end]

 

[fox69]

"Can I Live"

"Can I Live"


[Intro:]
Can I make money motherfucker? (Yeah)
Is that alright wit'chu? (No doubt)
Can I travel? (Word, Skull & Bones)
Can I have a nice motherfuckin car? (Hell yeah)
Thank you (KnowhatI'msayin)
[Hook]
Can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live - can I live?
Can I live - can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live - can I live?
Can I liiivve?
[B Real]
Can I live, who willin to give me applause?
Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors
I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause
I need a fine woman, cuz I ain't fuckin wit yours
Can I live? I wanna take care of my fam
All the haters can't bait us, they don't know who I am
You gonna learn soon baby, when my heat'll expand
When I slay suckers everytime, I foil the plan
Can I live? Why not? I'm makin it hot
Like the rubber gets when I start rockin the spot
DAMN! She gotta have it in the parkin lot
Better come get her cuz she's still in my knot
Can I live? Get your hand out of my pockets
I'm buck-nutty, tear your arms out of the sockets
People wanna talk no matter how much I rock it
Pull my dick out, run about for niggas who jock it
Can I live - Can I live? [x4]
[Hook]
[Sen-Dog]
Can I live? Livin life under the scope
Tryin to hang with the leader, let me give you a rope
All them Mexicali niggas always lookin for hope
After one turns, bitch-niggas learn not to coke
Can I live without any battles to face?
Hell no, I gotta war when there's paper to chase
The story for the glory's never without a race
I'm like an animal huntin blood, I need a taste
Can I live? Critics never leave me alone
In my hood, I was always taught to go for the dome
I'm the Dog never show you where I bury my bones
Take your title then I leave your ass without a throne
Can I live, how come you don't show me your love?
Gotta catch yo' ass slippin like I'm wearin a glove
Suckers wanna push me and I'll give 'em a shove
Cuz busters always act brave up in the club
[BR] Can I live - Can I live? [x4]
[Hook]
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
[B Real]
Can I live? I know you won't give me the freedom
Cuz your kids coem, but you don't want me to lead 'em
When I spit words for refrain people will heed 'em
Wanna find ways to shut me up and get me to eat 'em
[Sen-Dog]
Can I live, is it an impossible mission?
I break it down for all those who ain't seein my vision
All you suckers gotta live with, every descision
You a train wreck, comin up on the collision
[B Real]
Can I live? Basically I'm tired of thangs
You wanna walk around talkin, tryna fuck up my name
But when the scandal comes though you can't handle the shame
When you see me, know your thinkin how to explain
[Sen-Dog]
Can I live? I bring yo' ass over the hump
We tryna get money so we can be livin like Trump
You can't slap that cuz you fall into a slump
Don't test me I still got my "Hand on the Pump!!"
[Hook x2] [second hook w/ B Real in background]
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
Na-na-na -- Na-na-na
[Repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Can You Handle This"
(feat. Barron Ricks)

"Can You Handle This"
(feat. Barron Ricks)



[Intro: Barron Ricks]
That's right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green horn in a cadle style motherfucker

[Barron Ricks]
Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress
But limit the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deago
Macanoodle, out armadayo

[B-Real]
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the mail nigga)
I'm the hill figure, deliver your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin'

[Barron Ricks]
Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

[B-Real]
Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a move

[Barron Ricks]
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the margin
If you want it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit

[B-Real]
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused
Don't light a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
full of jack and smokin' hash

[Chorus: B-Real]
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this

(B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill
You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel
Everybody put their blunts up in the sky
Cause everybody's sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high

[Barron Ricks]
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that method
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our restitution's
that means our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, what the FUCK!!

[B-Real]
I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits
Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your friend
It'll be your end, it'll be your shadow

[Barron Ricks]
Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'
dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competition
Listen yo, we all be on that trivial don't change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit

[B-Real]
No competition can handle the whole mission
Bitches are wishin' me on but they won't last long
Family ties are fly, do you do or die
You try to escape, all the visions up in your mind

[Chorus: B-Real]
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this