HAND ON THE PUMP Cypress Hill

the pump left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump Lala la la lala la laaaa Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program Ain't takin' shit from

Hand On The Pump (Muggs' Blunted Mix) Cypress Hill

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

Another Wild Nigga From the Bronx Fat Joe

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (Keith Keith!)

Let It Rain Cypress Hill

body One body Somebody Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be testin' Keepin' 'em guessin' Smile on my face Got the Smith & Wesson Some be

Hand On The Glock 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 Just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (whole

Bitter Cypress Hill

them Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles some of us out - he used to think we were invincible on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual Deadly rituals

Southland Killers (Feat. M.C. Ren & King Tee) Cypress Hill

Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb Nigga People's Elbow, the

Catastrophe Cypress Hill

I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly I can tell you

Street Wars Cypress Hill

others just joined the hood Street corner combat, part of the dark streets Your heart beats pump when my slugs release And there ain't no tellin, don't be the one yellin These birds are deadly, they

Feature Presentation Cypress Hill

jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide!

Feature Presentation (featuring Barron Ricks and Chace Infinite) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide!

The Funky Cypress Hill Shit Cypress Hill

Funky Cypress Hill Shit [Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!

Intellectual Dons Cypress Hill

(Intro) What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan 145th street crews, 155th street crews All my niggaz on the East Side

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

Worldwide Cypress Hill

step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what?

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

Tequila Sunrise cypress hill

of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about

Busted in the Hood Cypress Hill

be All in the hood, I got no-bo-dy The sun is beatin down on my red dark hat Pigs are roamin through the alley so I gotta toss my gat Forgot about the sack, lookin for a place to hide If they ask

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

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

Prelude To A Come Up (Feat. MC Eiht) Cypress Hill

CYPRESS HILL Miscellaneous Prelude to a Come Up(feat. MC Eiht [MC Eiht] Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah..

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

Trouble cypress hill

Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Stoned Raiders Song: Trouble Typed by: people_equal_lovely@hotmail.com [B-Real] It's been a while now Been around the block many miles Many faces, many places

The Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill

(repeat 2x) Ladies and gentlemen Verse One: B-Real Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've

3 Lil Putos Cypress Hill

I'm a Latino What I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and

3 Lil` Putos Cypress Hill

cause I'm a Latino What I bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my

Lil' Putos Cypress Hill

bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here

Lock Down Cypress Hill

bring you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand No scope And there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here

3 Lil' Putos Cypress Hill

you is the hardcore lingo Funky, but ya don't understand Now I gotta stand with the glock in my hand No scope and there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' out my 4 5 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes

Memories Cypress Hill

As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back Even before I started blazing the chronic sack I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did I was

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

A To The K Cypress Hill

[B-Real] A to the motherfuckin K homeboy A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)

Make A Move Cypress Hill

Ezekial 25:17 "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.

Locotes Cypress Hill

You don't want to turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with a wicked method I'm creepin on ya Now you find your homeboy's Bleeding on ya It's the the locote coming out the bote

Locotes Cypress Hill

Let's do it You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with the wicked method I'm creepin' on ya Now you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya Just the locotes Drumin

Never Know Cypress Hill

[Chorus 2X] You never know I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life But you ain't a bright

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

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!

Tequila Sunrise (featuring Barron Ricks) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

Verse one: b-real Sipping on tequila, with sheila, no doubt i'm bringing her on Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like tiger balm In the hot sun city of mexico, it's a pity My committee of witty

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

No Rest For The Wicked Cypress Hill

No sleep, Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! Jackson... lemme figure out the name, Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game!

Lookin Through The Eye Of A Pig Cypress Hill

, eye of 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

Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig Cypress Hill

, eye of 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

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

Illusions (Q-Tip Remix) Cypress Hill

Some people tell me that I need help Some people can fuck off and go to hell God dam why they criticize me Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me Fuck em and feed em cuz I don′t need

Boom Biddy Bye Bye Cypress Hill

up a lung anyhow You can't shake That nigger that's gonna brake Fool On any one member of your bitch crew As I pull the trigger On my nine Say goodnight nigger Boom biddy bye bye Boom biddy

We Live This Shit Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that's right [B-Real] Well it's the alleycat looking for the buddhasack On my

Rock/Rap Superstar Cypress Hill

B Real: I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up the rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys sign autographs or whatever the people