you And I-I-I-I don't like you And I-I-I-I don't want you here And I-I-I-I can't take you And I-I-I-I don't want you here
you wish to say on this matter before sentencing Bizzy Bone? [Bizzy:] No man (You know the muthafucka did it) [Judge:] Well the court sentences you to death by electric
) You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!) This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain
And look, tell me you ain't did it, you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business [Hook: Choir] And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the
family will If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will They ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel Don C just had a shorty so it's
sound like something to step with But morals and music you want them separate Like garnish on the side something ya'll don't mess with That Christo-centric rap electric You might like
cold and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you they say I
chillin?" "Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?" "Why?" "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?" "Yeah" "You know
all Chorus: I'm comin', I'm comin, You can't stop me, you can't stop me, I'm comin', I'm comin', Can't hold me back, uh uh, I'm comin', I'm comin, You
there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you to death by electric
you gonna do? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra
What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance
I doin', what more can I say Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, nigga When you
I stopped smokin' stress You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't
don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all