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"Feature Presentation"
(feat. Barron Ricks, Chace Infinite)

"Feature Presentation"
(feat. Barron Ricks, Chace Infinite)



[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
Fuckin 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, fuckin 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
 
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"From the Window of my Room"

"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 fuckin 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 motherfucker 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 fuck out, before you get caught up

[Chorus]
 
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"Funk Freakers"

"Funk Freakers"


Let me introduce myself, I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
But you ain't nothin', no frontin'
I bring the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours
Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want

Ya betta, sit back and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins?
Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
In tha mix I got the stix and stones, a few bricks
I'm gonna hit 'em high, he's gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that you can feel the flow
On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won't last long

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka

People always wanna get what you got, no matta' what
Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the cheese
Motherfucker please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass apart
In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal highzen

Comin' back in with the lows for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel, when your sorry ass can't hang with the hill

I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka

Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide?
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, 'cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down 'cause ya got no class
 
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"Ganja Bus"
(feat. Damian Marley)

"Ganja Bus"
(feat. Damian Marley)



[Damian Marley]
All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus
We now want the new weed, beat under us
Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous
Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust
Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us
Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
Fit in ganja weed, always notorious
Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious
We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's
Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro
You want my roll, on someone you hardly know
This Marley grow, no time to move feet
Make it slow, you tellin' me no
Say you want to start the show
Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow
You start to take, substances up in your nose
[Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
No nina where you find me
Some boy go rich, blow ninety
We're smokin' like a genie
The skunky and the greenie
[B-Real]
On the ganja bus, they comin' after us
We makin' stops all over Los Angeles
On the block, where the weed that get scandalous
When we run around, police can't handle us
They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us
They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch
Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas
Yo se, que el juego es dificil para usted
Despiertate, no dejes tu gente ver
Tu situacion cuando no puedes mantener
En fuerza que nosotros, ensenale
Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondete
Portate, we flyin' up tu saint tropez
And if you want we can jet through Montego bay
[Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
No nina where you find me
Some boy go rich, blow ninety
We're smokin' like a genie
The skunky and the greenie
Senn Dogg!
[Sen Dog]
Cuando fumo yo no juego, pasame el fuego
Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos
En la manana cuando me levanto
Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso
Enamorado con la yerba buena
comida cubana y las nalgas morenas
todas las nenas saben que yo tengo
las colitas, vete en mi leno
no hay nadie que me quite el vicio
marihuano por vida, oiste chico?
Mundo entero quiero que me entiende
La Cannabis es buena pa' tu mente
[Chorus]
[B-Real]
It's so hazardous
Take a strive with us
When it's over California, we react the bus
We fabulous, your talk don't mean jack to us
Better fear for your ass when disaster come
Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up
For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up
You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up
Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up
[Chorus 2x]
 
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"Get 'Em Up"

"Get 'Em Up"


[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!

[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)]
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)

[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin

[Chorus]
 
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"Get Higher"

"Get Higher"


[6 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus: B-Real]
We ridas! - The only life that I know.
Ignite us! - Lay 'em down and low.
Get higher! - Kush is all that we smoke.
You dyin'! - I thought I told ya before! [x2]

[B-Real:]
We ride slow. - My stacks so fly
Kush we blow is gettin' me high!
Bless my soul. - Time flies by,
Chasin' that dough is gettin' me high!
We ride high on the flow with the drummer, son.
Inhale, exhale, hit another one!
Breathe in breathe out, another summer, son!
Smoke 'em out! Understand where I'm coming from.
Anytime, anywhere, put it on the line
When the smoke clears all your shit is mine.
Big banks, big moves, steady poppin' up
Like the cork in the bottle. - Under 30, tho!
We unstoppable! - All you bitches gotta go
Any audible you call is comical! [echoes]

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Female]
Oh, oh! [scratches] Oh! [scratches] Oh, yeaaaah! [scratches]
Oh, oh! [scratches] Ooh! [scratches] Oh, oh yeaaaah! [scratches]

[Sen Dog:]
Get respect for the words I say (for the words I say!)
And the veterano styles that I rep' all day. (that I rep' all day!)
Caught on the park, got the Kush one day (got the Kush one day!)
Flippin' up the cops, cause I just got made. (cause I just got made!)
Operation, major street function (street function!)
Legendary speakers run deep protection. (run deep protection!)
Distribution network - is endless! (is endless!)
Won't pay good money for these sentences. (for these sentences!)
Messages that reaches the masses (that reaches the masses!)
For those who love - the Cannabis and Hashish! (the Cannabis and Hashish!)
Get money - and my roll oooon!
Take a plane. - Life is soooo bomb!
Cypress Hill dwells amongst the highest (dwells amongst the highest!)
And you be hooked since the first time you try it. [echoes]

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[B-Real:]
The weak die fast, the strong live hard
And we're about to get it on son in every regard!
I don't even know the meaning of quit! - You ain't shit!
You ain't fit! -You can't flip! - You can't spit!
When the club jumps, you can't sit!
Impacts on the wall something you can't get!
You need a little heart but you thin man
Got you on the yellow brick looking for the wizard like tin man!
Been in the game call me MVP
All your friends come with me to the VIP.
Where we - blow them trees and hold them G's
And all the birds in the flock distract referees.
We blow - out like a thief in the middle of the night. - Game so tight!
Can't understand how they make on right!
The Hill on the other hand feels so right.
Just might - hit your block and change your light. - Let's go!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
 
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"Get Out of My Head"
(feat. C. Wolbers, D. Cazares (Fear Factory))

"Get Out of My Head"
(feat. C. Wolbers, D. Cazares (Fear Factory))



uh..uh...yeah....
These voices up in my head...

All these voices up in my head
Makin me dread, when I sleep at night
Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight
Visons are changin, engagin, and ragin', I'm in a stage and a fight
Listen, the system is pissin' me off, you wanna feel my pipe
Fingers pointed, annointed people, day better up to the knight
Whispers, darkness the hardest, time ain't never gonna feel alright
Feelin' my soul in the hole,
I can't breathe, and I'm frightened for my life
Think I need help or I dwell in hell, cuz I got a grip too tight!

[Chorus]
Will you ever get out of my head? [4X]

Through every dimension as tension ahead, I gotta go my main
Dreams are like beans up like coming through my brain,
then I know I'm baked
For every single minute that's in it, each and every brand new day
Denial of trial I'm vile, whatever that bullshit they say
I'm sinking so low in my self, help me gain, never give no break
Confusion is usin me sinkin me up, now the sky's all grey
I'm blazin and liftin my mind with kite, let me hit that J
Holding, controlling my self over, but the shit won't stay!

[Chorus][w/ Sen Dog]
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head?
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? ( Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
Will you ever get out of my head? (Will you ever get out of my head!)
 
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"Greed"
(feat. Kokane)

"Greed"
(feat. Kokane)



[Kokane laughing]
[Kokane]
People are so, so greedy
Tired of fake homies, homies, homies
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something
[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED)
What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell
[Sen Dogg]
It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy
You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need
Some fools baller status just ain't enough
There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush
You don't gotta be a rich man to be content
Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went
The quality of life can only be enhanced
When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance
Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness
Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness
I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business
All it gets you is on everybody's shit list
Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic
Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it
[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell
[B-Real]
How many faces of greed have you seen
That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme
Even a homie on ya team is suspect
When it comes to money and power an all you expect
They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin'
But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin'
And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless
You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless
But there's others you can't do nothin' about
Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout
But in time, in the end they'll pay
When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day
Standin' there but what excuse can you give
You reduced to shit because you refuse to give
[Hook]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell
[Kokane]
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something
 
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"Hand On The Glock"

"Hand On The Glock"


Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill

Crusing through the neighborhood
Some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal
But lets make it understood
I'm just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys
(Whole lot)
You get the click of the Glock
When I pull of the chrome toy
Check me and I'll check you back
(Check you back)
Then jump back to the big Buddha
Like I'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage
I'm throwin' out the garbage
Just show me where the can is
All I was doin' was searchin' for the boom
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky I ducked quick
Or else I'd be assed up
Last thing I wanted
Was have to pull the gatt out
Here comes a nigga
And he's got a 38
Well my roundhouse said
Hey yo, I'm shootin up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Couple niggas from the east side
Fuckin' up your program
No one witnessed
But they heard the gun blast
It left the problem unsolved
Now I'm gonna sum up
People gettin' hurt in the process of the come up
Gotta with the fools
That'll wait for you to run up
Rollin' in the hood
That's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts
And see if we can spot the
Homie that's slick
In the process of the dip
When we find this out
Gonna unload the clip
Then take a little trip down to Rio
Neighboorhood's hot, so I got to go chill

'Cuz I put away the shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll load a clip
Lets see if you can deal with
'Cause the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infra-red's
Pointin at your head, kid
And that's just too bad yo
Now I'm headed up a river in a boat
With no paddle
Should 'a put the Glock down
(Glock down)
Now they got me in lock down
Livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind
'Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that
(Knows that)
All they see is me and the gatt
Up in the court room
Lookin at the jury
Starin' down the punk ass
District attorney
La la la la la la la la
Verdict's in
You're not guilty as charged

When I put away my shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
(Cypress Hill)
 
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"Hand On The Pump"

"Hand On The Pump"


[Verse One]

Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that
Sendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha
Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide
You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel one
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa
You're stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now?
Being the hunted one is no fun
Here I come son, yo I think you better run
Better run more, and move a little faster
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my

[Chorus]

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, (puffin onna blunt)
Pumped my shotgun, (niggaz didn't jump)
Lala la la lala la laaaaa...

[Verse Two]

Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
Ain't takin shit from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace soooo
How they want to pass sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the nigga's pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your fuckin car to get pulled, now
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin out beatdowns
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin out beatdowns (get your face down!)
Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
I can get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha
Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
Cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one
They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind
Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the Hill fuckin up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
Lala la la lala la laaa
Look at all of those funeral cars
Cause I'ma

[Chorus]
 
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