The Only Way Cypress Hill

Chorus x2 Sometimes I think about the only way that I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying Verse 1 Sen Dog Only way out is in a bag I figure You aint even mean(?)

Catastrophe Cypress Hill

up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality

Rock/Rap Superstar Cypress Hill

be a rap/rock superstar in the biz and take shit from people who dont know what it is I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high and some cant pay the way still trapped in what

Killa Hill Cypress Hill

[b-real] In the midst of the madness No question, who's the baddest Mcs 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

Superstar Cypress Hill

Five cars,the rent charged. Comin' up in the world.

A Man Cypress Hill

rush the office with the gat Lettin the niggaz see where my mind is at Hurry up to the walls see how I react But I keep comin back and that's for a fact I got to be, but no road I got dropped And

Street Wars Cypress Hill

Never had an easy life, shit's way out Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out Any scenario, been there, done that Gone where some of y'all niggaz, couldn't come back Been through the hottest parts

STONED IS THE WAY OF THE WALK Cypress Hill

Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well it's the alley cat Puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal But yo I ain't all o' that Hit ya with a baseball bat An

(Rock) Superstar cypress hill

Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Skull & Bones Song: (Rock) Superstar Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com [B-Real talking] Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot

High Times Cypress Hill

B'Real: 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

Hole in the Head Cypress Hill

A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head Huh!

Interlude Cypress Hill

the pig, I see it all The eye of the pig DJ Muggs cuts and scratches'This pig' from Pigs I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say That I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers

Till Death Do Us Part Cypress Hill

[B-Real] How many times have we been thru this I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down Helped my feet moving on the ground No matter what

Riot Starter Cypress Hill

though I'm doing it my way, like Carlito Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up Riot....Starter

I Remember That Freak Bitch Cypress Hill

[B Real] I remember that freak bitch up in the clubs The Victoria's Secret she give love No matter which way you keep it You'll get shoved out the picture now peep it (You get the gloves bitch!)

What's Your Number? Cypress Hill

dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B But like

What's Your Number? (Feat. Tim Armstrong) Cypress Hill

said no way I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her Voices in my head said she's tantalizing

What`s Your Number? Cypress Hill

dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B But like

Certified Bomb Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true

Red Light Visions Cypress Hill

s trying to get down But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap I'm not the one to be having that shit All these punk niggas better bow down and submit Niggas don't know how to "keep it real" Only

Can I Get A Hit Cypress Hill

, 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

Get It Anyway Cypress Hill

I'm-a do my thing, let me tell you right now 'Cause I don't know any other way of livin' my life now Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble Some of you hustle and some of you just

Rock Super Star Cypress Hill

Copyright ⓒ 팝송번역 사이트 애플팝 (www.Applepop.com) ♬ Cypress Hill - Rock Super Star ＃ Translated by Appleman So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin'

(Rap) Superstar Cypress Hill

money Chill wit the honies Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me Shits funny How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it Never the less you gotta go for the gusto

Checkmate Cypress Hill

Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!)

Cant Get The Best Of Me Cypress Hill

My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers Like I said before I'm takin you lame whores Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls Only one way

Born To Get Busy Cypress Hill

Cypress] Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 2X [Sen Dog] I'm the the stiff and I do get nice-r Up the pussy when we in the same party, what We can do this bro, we can't be maxin The figures

Rise Up (Feat. Tom Morello) Cypress Hill

Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn Im on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way

Can't Get The Best Of Me Cypress Hill

phone, knock his ass on your good balls Only one way to deal with these softies Take they ass out like heroes and they flossin And when you test me you better bring styles Cause mine can go on and

Another Body Drops Cypress Hill

A sawed off pumped in my hand with two shells The other four holmies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin’ for popos and foes hell Someone lookin’ through windows the door bells Goes

Number Seven Cypress Hill

[Chorus 2X] My game so strong, I can't go wrong My dough so long, baby why prolong Baby we get high, Baby we get dough Baby we can party all night till death come [Verse One] We been in the game for a

Clash Of The Titans Cypress Hill

sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the master's break The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and God's

Valley Of Chrome Cypress Hill

[B-Real] You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black

Valley Of Chrome Cypress Hill

[B-Real] You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in

Killa Hill Niggas Cypress Hill

[B-Real] In the midst of the madness No question, who's the baddest MCs 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

L.I.F.E. (Feat. Kokane) Cypress Hill

[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 advertise it Legalize it (Yeah) Cypress Hill will advertise

Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill

[B-Real]: 1 for trouble, 8 for the road, 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load, Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk, I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, Up and down the blvd., I'm a natrual-born

Everybody Must Get Stoned Cypress Hill

I got data on crazy shit for round the corner you know The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit But anyway, (everybody must get stoned (x4)) You over there singin' some shit, talkin' 'bout

Dr. Greenthumb (LP Version) Cypress Hill

[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.

Dr. Greenthumb Cypress Hill

[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.

Lick a Shot Cypress Hill

" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude!

Lick A Shot Cypress Hill

Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude!

Shots Go Off Cypress Hill, Rusko

Shots go off In the next the way you go the shots go off like you demons and the next the way you go as if you wanna dance shots go off Dance stuff super clean blaf fast patched up strapped up but I got

From The Window Of My Room Cypress Hill

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

Killafornia Cypress Hill

[B-Real] 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!

Break 'Em Off Some Cypress Hill

Through the car swings The fireing 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

Break `Em Off Some Cypress Hill

Through the car swings The fireing 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

(Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose Cypress Hill

[B-Real] I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right Pigs coming up and shining the bright light Nothing

No Rest For The Wicked Cypress Hill

So many fools swingin' from my sack, Let's talk about the one who had my back! Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked! No rest, no peace!

Whatta You Know Cypress Hill

The nigga stole my dough So I reached in the closet for the 4-4 [Whatta you know?] Jus′ hold on, just wait a minute It′s gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated Whatta you know?