Bong Hit Cypress Hill

Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong Put the blunt down just for a second Don′t

When The Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix) Cypress Hill

Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up Come along and take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me

Hits From The Bong Cypress Hill

Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second, Don't

Hits From The Bong Cypress Hill

Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second,

Hits From The Bong (T-Ray's Mix) Cypress Hill

Hits from the bong...

I Wanna Get High Cypress Hill

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I Wanna Get High Cypress Hill

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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

Everybody Must Get Stoned Cypress Hill

slangin' this shit But anyway, (everybody must get stoned (x4)) You over there singin' some shit, talkin' 'bout Everybody must get stoned I don't know but that shit sounds good to me" [Verse 1] Hit

Put It Down (Feat. Cypress Hill) Kottonmouth Kings

"""lights off shit coming at you live and on fire Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"" You know southern california be home of the highest Between the hill and kottonmouth we smoking nothing but

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

Insane in the brain Cypress Hill

me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit

Insane In The Brain Cypress Hill

so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit

Insane In The Brain (Radio Edit) Cypress Hill

can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit

Red, Meth & B (Feat. Redman & Method Man) Cypress Hill

[Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up!

Insane in the Brain Cypress Hill

me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit

Insane In The Brain Cypress Hill

Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain Insane It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong Played the trumpet I'll hit

Insane In The Brain (LP Ver.) Cypress Hill

because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain Insane It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong Played the trumpet I'll hit

Insane In The Brain (Extended) Cypress Hill

because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain In the brain Insane It's because I'm loco Insane in the brain Like Louie Armstrong Played the trumpet I'll hit

Can I Get A Hit Cypress Hill

handle it You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete True, true You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs Can I get a hit

Can I Get A Hit Cypress Hill

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Stank Ass Hoe Cypress Hill

Stank Ass Hoe Stank Ass Hoe Stank Ass Hoe Stank Ass Hoe We Live This Shit Can I Get A Hit 싸울텐가? 아님 말릴텐가? 가사 없뚬!!!! 경고

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

Ultraviolet Dreams Cypress Hill

Ultraviolet dreams Take a hit of that stuff Ultraviolet dreams That's some good shit man! Stuff should light now Oh that shit's good man!

Lick a Shot Cypress Hill

You can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner I'll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool Hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that

Lick A Shot Cypress Hill

You can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner I'll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool Hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that corner,

3 Lil Putos Cypress Hill

there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin' Here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit

3 Lil` Putos Cypress Hill

no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin' Here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit

Lil' Putos Cypress Hill

there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin' Here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit

Lock Down Cypress Hill

there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin' Here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit

3 Lil' Putos Cypress Hill

and there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' out my 4 5 slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin', here it comes hummin' at ya Now the slug is comin' at ya One little two little three hoodlums Gotta hit

Dead Men Tell No Tales Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x) Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)

Roll It Up, Light It Up Cypress Hill

it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale East Coast hittin' that blunt, West Coast hittin' that honeydip Marijuana joint, then I want another hit

Busted in the Hood Cypress Hill

back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve your need You can do what you want but I got weed for me Ridin for my fam, tryin to hit

Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up Cypress Hill

exhale Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk East Coast hittin that blunt, West Coast hittin that honeydip Marijuana joint, then I want another hit

Light Another Cypress Hill

, hash spliff this tweed actin type of stylin, how do you spell it Take a hit from outta New York into Phillie Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out Now do you really think you can take the red

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

the show Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's) And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress

Certified Bomb Cypress Hill

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 soldier Fake bustas get hit

Funk Freakers Cypress Hill

the indo Rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks I'm gonna hit

Spark Another Owl Cypress Hill

me love when I put the flame on ya, Homie I'm the one with the shotgun,in the closet, Next to the fat bags full of chronic, Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open, Askin' me "can I get a hit

Latin Thugs Cypress Hill

tego Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles They call me papi chulo You know I'm puro I never fade away You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit

Amplified Cypress Hill

scratched repeatedly * [Sen Dog] I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress, Assassins,

Amplified (Fredwreck Remix - Clean Version) Cypress Hill

scratched repeatedly * [Sen Dog] I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress, Assassins,

Latin Thugs (Feat. Tego Calderon) Cypress Hill

Llegaron los mero mero Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero Los Angeles [B-Real] They call me papi chulo You know I’m puro I never fade away You see me comin’ get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit

Kronologik (Feat. Kurupt) Cypress Hill

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

Make A Move Cypress Hill

[Shots fired] Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha Burnin' in my bong NOW You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves Move it out, just move

What's Your Number? Cypress Hill

clothes exploiting her body from head to toes She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play Niggaz hit

Red Light Visions Cypress Hill

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 if you niggas know the real deal Fuck all the bullshit, Cypress

What`s Your Number? Cypress Hill

clothes exploiting her body from head to toes She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play Niggaz hit