About "IV" album:
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"IV" by Cypress Hill, which consists of 10 songs.
"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!"
Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Cause we warring
All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
I'll find your fuckin ass in due time
Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!
Clash Of The Titans
Zeus: "Make certain that no stone stands
That no creature crawls
I command you to let lose the last of the Titans"
"It's time to strike!"
Let the rain pour down from God above
With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
[a short skit opens the beginning of the song]
Hello I'm Dr. Greenthumb
Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed
And just can't find some anywhere?
Well try my Dr. Greenthumb grow tips
I'll show you how to grow inside and out
From seed to clone and the best homegrown
And if you're afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky
No worries we'll fix them too
With one of our Dr. Greenthumb 'Sizzlean' screens
(Goin' All Out) Nothing To Lose
I got nothin' to lose, I'm goin' all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs comin' up and shinin' the bright light
Nothin' better to do, than fuck with the pride
When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy club show me no love, think you above
All the fuss and the locs is rushin' in too close
Now this some baaad weeed...
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers
Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
Prelude To A Come Up
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
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
[tv reporter 1]
"we understand all of the officers in the central division
Have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
To get into riot gear"
[tv reporter 2]
"ok, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...police in riot gear...")
Attendant: "that takes a fourteen shot clip
You expecting an army? "
Serpico: "no....just the division"
"yeah, once again, (that's right)
We about to attack this
(harlem inc, murder inc) yeah
Jimmy cagney type shit, nicky santoro
[Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog]
[B-Real:] Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
Pero que lo mueva con madre...
[Sen Dog:] Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
El que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
Te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
[B-Real:] Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
Tomamos no?... del gusano...
[Sen Dog:] Pa la salud!
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