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

Boom Biddy Bye Bye Cypress Hill

bye bye Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why Boom biddy bye bye I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye

Cock The Hammer Cypress Hill

On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without

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

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

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

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!

Steel Magnolia (featuring Barron Ricks) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

sting like bees, i smoke trees On the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, mr. freeze squeeze the trigger Killa g's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy!

When The Sh-- Goes Down Cypress Hill

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come

When The Shit Goes Down Cypress Hill

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come

When The Shit Goes Down Cypress Hill

When The Shit Goes Down rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin

When The Ship Goes Down Cypress Hill

When The Shit Goes Down rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha

Throw Your Set In The Air Cypress Hill

Down for ya neighborhood Workin up to a G with the flava Criminal behavior, on ya mind When I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time Throw ya set in the air, and wave it around like

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!

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

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?

I Ain`t Goin` Out Like That Cypress Hill

It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab

Killafornia Cypress Hill

strings, the Don King, only in America Then I hustle, and flex my muscle [Hustlers] --Yeah, man, I've been out here running game for eight years --I know I'm getting tired of standing on this

What Go Around Come Around Cypress Hill

Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on Drunk ass fool just a punk ass

I ain't goin' out like that Cypress Hill

It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load

I Ain't Going Out Like That Cypress Hill

It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load

What Go Around Come Around Kid Cypress Hill

What Go Around Come Around, Kid (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on Drunk ass

What Go Around Come Around, Kid Cypress Hill

What Go Around Come Around, Kid (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on (time for some action) yeah yeah (time for some action) Come on come on

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?

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

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

It Ain\'t Nothin\' (feat. Young De) Cypress Hill

[Opening] [B-Real] I used to carry a glock On the waist line Man I don\'t waste time I\'m strong on the bass line You\'ll never taste mine See me on the screen Fuckers beggin\' for face time

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

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!)

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

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

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