Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"Jack You Back"

"Jack You Back"


[B-Real]
You're a lost soul rollin down the street
Hustlin, scramblin, money you eat
You wanna jack somebody, never look at me
Cause I'm like you when I'm holdin heat
You don't want to think about re-percussions
Cause you don't give a fuck about who you rushin
So what you gonna do when the blood is gushin?
You're playin Roulette without the Russian
The stakes are high; can you feel the pressure?
Lookin at the club on top of your dresser
Born for the big bank robbin your own
Thinkin your stone but your weak ass throne
Bitches like you ain't got no heart
Paranoid, you're settin in, fallin apart
How many times will you take to see it?
You fallin away, but you don't believe it

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
Jack me and you'll never go back
Jack me and I'll jack you back
Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
Jack me and I'll jump to attack
Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
Jack me and I'll jump to attack
Jack me and I'll jack you back
Jack me and I'll jack you back

[Sen Dog]
Clothes are settin off from the start
I'm crazy as fuck just like 2 Pac
Mash on Cypress Hill in a Catalac truck
Steels all gone, so I gotta play it ruff
Got hate for do out there, I ain't jokin
Can't hold me back these days, I'm out smokin
And I still see myself as Enforcer
Knock em in their face if they dedicate closer
A Cuban massive man (Spanish)
With real attack touch straight, from the ghetto
Walk for a twenty all day like a (Spanish)
Spit ball; lick all rhymes just like (Spanish)
I run over fools like Dorsey Leathers
And murder antiques like J-Rhyme I kill peasants
Take over ships like Female Kastro
Do anything that a nigga HAS TO

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
Jack me and you'll never go back
Jack me and I'll jack you back
Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
Jack me and I'll jump to attack
Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
Jack me and I'll jump to attack
Jack me and I'll jack you back
Jack me and I'll jack you back

(Jack you back, jack you back)

[B-Real]
Lights are fucked up it's confusin
Look at you now what road you choosin
You'll never be a part of the revolution
You fuck with me, feel the retribution
Punk bitches can never deal with the real
Cause you weak motherfuckers can't decide what you feel
Always poppin shit and hide from the Hill
Comin out where you reside for the kill

[Sen Dog]
Knocked out Pluto, Super Hill thriller
Verbal assault, Soul Assassin killer
Real master Mic, ca, sex come iller
Stoned is a waste over, what you feeler
Can't make moves so you go ask Chiller
Try the Real Estate trust centipede riller
Bet your ass that I'm bangin to the fullest
And don't get in my way punk ass, not a Buddhist

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
Jack me and you'll never go back
Jack me and I'll jack you back
Where y'all bitches got the scheme or the stack?
Jack me and I'll jump to attack
Tell me what started a scheme at ya lap
Jack me and I'll jump to attack
Jack me and I'll jack you back
Jack me and I'll jack you back

 

[fox69]

"Just Another Victim (Tazz Theme)"

"Just Another Victim (Tazz Theme)"


[Heatbeat...]
[Chorus x2]
So you wanna be a thug superstar and live hard
[Just another victim]
[B-Real]
Growing up in these streets of brooklyn
Out here in the hook where ya world gets shooken
Thug life's a tough one, my life's a tough one
Don't make me have to reach out and touch one
I'll break ya frame up, turn the flame up
Run ya name up, cuz you're a lame duck
The tazzmission leads you to submission
You're just another victim, here to rock the friction
I want it all and if it's lead through you
I'm gonna get mine, So you know my name
Be aware cause the mood's about to change!
[Chorus x4]
[B-Real]
Let me tell ya exactly what will happen
When I choke punks out and people start clappin
Switch into mega phase and feel the rage
Of a psycho destroyer that you can't just take
Down for the count cause I just won't let it
I'm here to break bones, Ring the bell, And let's get it
Arm for the strong just like gladiators
Rip out ya spine like the second terminator
Haters ain't got no time for the tactics
I can see through you and the child like tactics
No advances, No chances, Oppositions get a beat down
[Beat him down, dog]
[Chorus x4]
[B-Real]
I got no friends, No allies, Hell rises quick
No love for nothing of you, Cuz you despise my trip
Keep your distance, I don't need your assistance
Cuz I'm built to last, And made for resistance
The pitbull territer, Bone crusher
When I lock on y'all, You scream like a busta
Cuz that's the only way we know out here
When you're a thug, You're always taught to show no fear
My flow hit em dead, Him with anybody, And I'll make sure
That none of these son of a bitches get up
Gonna get mine, So you know my name, Beware
Cause the mood's about to change
[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"K.U.S.H."

"K.U.S.H."


[Intro]
- Hey man ! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man!
- Aw, man... I've been so out... You are sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes!
- Ok, check it out man !

[Verse 1 - B-Real]
I'm the original Dr. Greenthumb the rest are liars,
I'm the one with the prescription to get you higher
I got every type of weed that you might desire
Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired
Any kind of flavor you savor
I can do you the favor
Just as long as you share with your neighbor
Some like the Sour D, that's an east coast swing
But on the west coast we all know KUSH is queen
Some of y'all will smoke anything, but me, I'm picky
I throw it out if I don't see that it's green and sticky
No stress, no bush, I'm pushing the KUSH
When I harvest put a K on the bag like the Nike Swoosh
I'm over the world, in case you wonder
I smoked everywhere I went, they call me the weed hunter
But no one does it better like we do in Cali
Just ask one of my patients cause they always tell me that the...

[Chorus]
K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit

[Verse 2 - B-Real]
Kottonmouth Kings are down with us
Snoop Dogg and Dre are down with us
Cheech and Chong, they're down with us
But the DEA, they can get the nuts
On a high times cover, you might see us
Taking hits from the bong with the eight foot zong
With weed so strong, that'll knockout King Kong
Hit it one good time... Your mind's gone
Your eyes get red, and your mouth goes dry
Just get me when you want more and I'll supply
Red and meth said, "Let's gets stoned" I said "How High"
They said "high enough to touch God and kiss the sky"
"That's a tall order But I think I got what you need"
I got to move the thought and I'm ready to feed
So, follow my lead I got some gifts to bring
It's an everyday life for the Reefa King

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - B-Real]
I got the cream of the crop
My crop means cream
When it's time to bag it up I assemble the team
We're like the Yankees, most winning, grand champs of the herb
Nothing gets you like the type of medicine I serve
Lawyers, teachers, actors, street cleaners
No matter what they are, they all come to see the Reefa
They stay high 24 like Keefa
I tell 'em don't hit it too hard, this is a creeper
Body Hamilson is down with us
Bruce Willis smoke all, he's down with us
Yeah, Willie Nelson is down with us
Who the fuck you think drives the ganja bus?
D.R. Morwitch, she's down with us
She got popped at the airport with joints and such
So if anyone asks, she's down with us
And you don't wanna enter more weed in the Cannabis cup
I'm Greenthumb, I reign supreme, son
That strange bended in mind, I've never seen one
The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high that you can't concentrate
Dave Chapelle, is down with us
Halle Barry, too, but don't tell no one
KRS One is down with us
He's a blunt getting smoked and he can't wake up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Killa Hill Niggas"
(feat. RZA and U-God)

"Killa Hill Niggas"
(feat. RZA and U-God)



"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda
Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui
Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!"

In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest
MC's in the game runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you
Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get thrown sent home in dead position
In the casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense
Power - U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans
Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as Indians
Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports
What you thought?

Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon
Que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta
Quiero quemarte la cara!"

Words drop in chant, the cheeky - eyed slant
I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
From a dune in the desert Mega - Babylon pleasure
Comin out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
Comma, llama, smash - crashin your armor
Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals
And if not yo, credentials are essential
I see reality, few things surroundin me
Three like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe - trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon

That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger

"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television
Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo
Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'
Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre
Mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo
Todos son unos mismos cabrones

 

[fox69]

"Killafornia"

"Killafornia"


Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me that's who?
Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get done

Send out your invitation to the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps
Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling

But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the don king
Only in America
Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

Yeah, man, I've been out here
Running game for eight years
I know I'm getting tired of standing
On this corner

Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
And all that shit, if I got to take it
From a nigga

Shit, let him run for me then
I can work for myself, don't have to
Work for nobody
I'll be my own hustler

Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block

Now, who you gonna trust? Who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I think I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous

Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the niggas moving weights
Can you relate?

Damn, what's up? I see you
Pushing that big time weight
I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
You coming up, aight

When I seen you three or four
Months ago I told you
Got respect for a man now
Handle your shit

Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on trees

Who can I trust?
Who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfucker
In the city Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a little bit
It feels good having money in the pocket
Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, kick that shit to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
'Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga

Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
You get set up back, 'cuz we ain't having that bullshit
I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
Oh get the fuck out of here, stay, bust out man

 

[fox69]

"Kronologik"
(feat. Kurupt)

"Kronologik"
(feat. Kurupt)



[Chorus: Kurupt and B-Real (repeat 2x)]

You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

[B-Real]
'91 [echoes] Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN!) [echoes]
That was about the time we was openin' up for ?loyalty?
Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92 [echoes] a year later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for High Times, three months (?)
Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed
But it was time to hit the studio for another LP

'93 [echoes] Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from Insane In The Brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
in rap music, but it was a feat none the less
So we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' STRESS!

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
'94 [echoes] still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage

'95 [echoes] I was alive and survived so far
["(Rap) Superstar" xylophone]
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a Rap Star
'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin, ("I'm havin' Illusions") pain, and (?) illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah)
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution

'96 [echoes] wit' no support we were still makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies
but the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'

[Chorus (Just 1 repeat)]

[B-Real]
'97 [echoes] was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dog came back home [barking] but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 [echoes] was kinda great, cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV
But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall
'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all
We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen
and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again

'99 [echoes] I got to recline, because there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out
'99 was even better than the year of '98
and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate

TWO-thousand! [echoes] 15 million records sold
They broke the mould, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis
Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! [Echoes] Goddamn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never ben outdated

[B-Real (Sen Dog)]

We ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!)
You don't know (?)
((?) time Cypress Hill)
(Motherfuckin' renovaters up here)

[Chorus]

[Outro - Kurupt]
(It's the REEEEAAAAL!)
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga <-- [scratched]
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
[scratch] nigga
CYPRESS, nigga!
Yeah!

 

[fox69]

"L.I.F.E."

"L.I.F.E."


[Bobo]
Once again
We're back
It's the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is

[Beat fades in]
[5x] Whoop
Legalize it,
Cypress Hill will ever die at the end?
Legalize it, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Cypress Hill never dies
Never dies, never dies

[Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog]
Once Upon,
[B-Real singing]
Bugaboo L.I.F.E (Now Here it is )
Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo)
Cypress is still here
We're of those glad MCees
Still Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why

[B Real]
Never fucked like this
But I smoke blunts like this
People ask: Why you pull stunts like this?
Cuz I believe in doing what I got' a
A lot' a people don't understand nada
The Mic burns
You was at
It turn's to a slaughter
You wanna think about chilling the fuck out,
You all gonna Top Allah, Pop collar,
Niggas, Latin Thungs
All my family love barillas
Beginners get pushed to back of the pack
Invented and lend out, without not a tech
You're on the top of the game
But you work on a name till one day
To put us in the walk of fame
Don't call a name to recall the fame
Eventually Dru is in the Hall of Fame
You know what the deal is,
You know what the heal is,
You know who the Real is,
You know what my skill is,

[Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog]
[Humming, Sen Dog: Sighing]

[Sen Dog]
I get mental
This ain't no pad and a pencil
Throw the microphone,
My homey get tensed up
I tag the cheque, like I got nothing to lose (That's right)
I test myself, just shut up and proof
That C-Y-P-R-E-S-S
Got you funky, while I'm real deaf
Put it to the sess, and you will confess
Soul Assassins is the best
Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (crackin)
Six LP, from that ThugDogLatin
Turn the heat up, and keep it hot
Always give ya mo', and then thank
We got to freak the Hip Hop and the hot ride
I'm on to make shows and can't hide
Had first 'self titled', became an Idol
*Spanish* in a Sub town barrio

[Chorus: B Real and Sen Dog]

[Sen Dog]
Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo

 

[fox69]

"Last Laugh"
(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Twin)

"Last Laugh"
(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), Twin)



[Verse One]
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for cenetries physical and the mental
When I crashed through work
I was cursed but still I
Quit my curse found my hustle
Stack paper made it world wide
Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son
Think you the greater one
Gotta put you on the fader son
Cut your ass up see you later
Gotta drop till your praying nigga
You ain't a player hust a frail nigga
I'm the slayer in your nightmares
Unstoppable
When you see me on the street
Call a audible
I got you covered, face it
And you can't dodge this bullet baby
This ain't the matrix
Got to put you in your placement
Hide your body in the basement
Your boys wonder where your face went

[Chorus 2X]
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers
To calm down/I sell
But still explode
Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

[Verse Two]
Backbreakers of the game
Many many musical
Legendary criminal destined to be professional
I rain supreme
Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range
No doubt about it
We grew up in the cloud
Read up in your magazine just to see what were about
Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano
Droppin it good
For that hoody in the front row
Thats my good pro down for the juggalo
Three guns busted for the battle man
Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle
Duece, double o, slow
Church folk say we ain't got too many more
Either man rush I'm gonna hit em with the head rush
So be careful on what you trusting

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three]
Yo
I was walking on the block
Heard a couple shots
Caught one in the leg
And I know who did it
They gonna get it
Wrap up my leg
Bounced upstairs and got strapped up
I love that drama shit
I'm all gassed up
I lit that kush up and got doughed up
And thought about all the foul shit I did
I can't help it, I was this way since a kid
Then I slide out the crib
Hunt down my pray
The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay
Ran up on homes
And blast away
He passed away twin got the last laugh today
Anybody front I keep that on me
You had to die homey thats part of the game
I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim
I'm in the shooting range mastering the art

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Latin Lingo"

"Latin Lingo"


Maagghhh, let's start the fuckin show, ah?

[Sen Dog]
Freak to the funk that no-one else is bringing
Sen Dog with the funky bilenge
Yeah thats the nombre, heard the homey
Peace to Mellow and Frost en el deporte
Sen Dog is not kid of veterano
Im down, another fried hispano
One of the many of the latin de este año
And I got plenty for the Jennies tryin to hound dog
But wait, they're clownin on me cause of my language
I have to tell em straight up, its called Spanglish
Now who's on the pinga tha gringo
Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual

[Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog]

Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Yeah, funky bilingual!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
It's the latin lingo!

[Sen Dog]
Cuando entro, when I come in, suckers fronted
Me mira another bilingual from villa
Vengo con un ejemplo, check the tiempo
Ahhh... esta chingon el instrumento
Ya oiste, como somos
Yo no jodo, I gots the soul dose
And you can hear it, en las congas
Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger
Don't be such a leper, what u got for la cabeza?
Hey homes, pass the cervaza
Before I have to go and push up on your resa
Hhhmm she's fine, son que fresca
Here homes have a hit of this yesca
Di yo enseño the leño lo prendo
Now you know, that I am in the centro
Where you live, si tu puedes
Nowadays you ain't shit without your puentes
Something like it's gangbang, vatos quieren BANG BANG!
Could of hung out with them now you callin me a insane
Salte de mi cara, sal de mi camino
Make way, for the the funky bilingual

[Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog]

Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Funky bilinguals hoe!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
It's the latin lingo, baby!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Funky bilingual...
Some of that old Latin funk, knowhatI'msayin?

[Sen Dog]

(What's up homey? Don't you know me?) Simon!
(Ain't you the brother of the mas pingon?) Straight up
And I'm down with La Raza
Kid Frost got my back, BOO-YAA! in la casa
Cause everyday things get a little crazier
As I step to the microphone area
First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles
Yeah (you know homes) that's where the calles is
Vato wouldn't know me, along with the heinas
Catchin all them slippin, for they such a one-timer
So when you see me at the party or the baile
Before I got here I was gaffled in the calle
Troop like a vacho who said I was baracho
Had an attitude, tried to play me macho
Just relax, calmado mijo
Sen Dog with the funky bilingual

[Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog]

Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual... funky baby!

Yeah, I'd like to send peace, to my homeboy B-Real
Mellow Man Ace, Kid Frost, Ralph M the Mexican
And we're out

 

[fox69]

"Latin Lingo (Prince Paul Mix)"

"Latin Lingo (Prince Paul Mix)"


Freak to the funk that no one else is bringin'
Sen Dog with the funky biluingi
Yeah that's the nombre
Heard that holmie
Peace to Mellow and Frost and neca cote
Sen Dog is not a kid a veterano
I'm down, another briday's follow
One of the many of the Latins that straight I know
And I got plenty for the Jenny's Alexandro
But wait, they're clownin' on me 'cause of my language
I have to tell 'em straight up, it's called Spanglish
My hoes on the pinga the gringo
Tryin' to get paid, for the funky bilingo
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Yeah funky bilingo
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
It's the Latin lingo
Cuarto hentro when I come in
Suckers runnin'
La mida
Another bilingo vam beaner
Then a cueno hemplo
Check the tempo
Whaaa, it's tachingonla instrumental
Yeah woofte, como somos
Yo no hotho, I got some sodos
And you can hear it in la skunkas
Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger
Don't be such a liver what ya got for that cavesa
Aye holmes pass the cerveza
Before I have to go and push up on your reza
Mmmm, she's fine something freska
Ya holmes, have a hit of this yeska
Teach yo y sin yo
The lingo lo puento
Now you know, that I am in the centro
Where ya live, see the cuertes
Now I thinks you ain't shit without your quinte
Something like a skang thang
Vactos gettin' bang banged
�Cause I hung out with �em now you're callin' me an insane
Suck it mi cara santa mi Camino
Make way for the funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilinguals holmes
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
It's the Latin lingo baby
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
What's up holmie, don't you know me
Simon, ain't you the brother of the mas pincos
Straight up and down with the rasa
The Kid Frost got my back, boo-ya in la casa
'Cause everyday things get a little crazier
As I step to the microphone area
As I comb my city burro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the callas is
Vactos waitin' on me along with the heinas
Catchin' all the swiffer when I set your one timer
So when you see me at the party or the paile
Before I got here I was gaffled in the carre
True like govacho who said I was borracho
Had an attitude tried to play me macho
Just relax, el mado mijo
Sen Dog with the funky bilingo
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingual
Funky
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
Funky
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
Funky baby