About "Cypress Hill" album:
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"Cypress Hill" by Cypress Hill, which consists of 8 songs.
Break It Up
Break it up Cypress Hill,
Break it up Cypress,
Break it up Cypress Hill
(repeat 13X to fade)
Hole In The Head
[Sen Dog] Ganxta Ridd, whassup yo?
[Gxt Rid] It's a Tribe thang
[Verse One: B-Real]
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
How I Could Just Kill A Man
It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things
And it goes like thisss...
Verse One: Be Real
Hey don't miss out on what your passin
You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha
I Love You Mary Jane
Look who's back on the program
Hookin' up another fly joint
When I flow on the slow jam
When I shift I kick to go
Like a fat drunk and I light up a fat spliff
Take a wiff
Can you smell that in the air?
When the smoke come out the building from every where
[Mellow Man Ace: repeat 2X]
[Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace)
Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
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.
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 ** (data)
Take a hit of that stuff
That's some good shit man!
Stuff should light now
Oh that shit's good man!
It's like the biggest joint man
That's the hook up!
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