don't forget [Eightball] Gotta keep it.. gangsta How many of y'all know a real gangsta? Cutthroat, leave you in ya car shanked up At the ATM machine
the trundle bed Leave the garden tools in that rusted shed Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
the trundle bed. Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed. Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today. Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then
it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen and the old chemistry, just reared it's head again
myself That I'd already taken to much today As each descending peak On the LCD Took you a little farther away from me Away from me... Amongst the vending machines And year old
warlord, what the fuck is you kiddin? The gun's always by my side, it's a juxtaposition I believe in Isa but I don't fuck with the Christian Ultimate killing machine
t find a thing to chew Nobody's gonna look at you In the year 5555, your arms are hanging limp at your sides Your legs got nothing to do Some machine
: [answering machine] (beep) Then you know what you can do You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweazers And bust every hair on my nutsack Paste
did business with Hitler get the picture nigga, I'm the best of both worlds without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl at stage at your basics
you have one on me It was dark, I was drunk and half-dead And we slept, knocking heads Sitting up in the star-smoking air Knocking heads like buoys
keys, not your sleaze My spell is like a curse, I just wanna flirt What part of "No" don't you really understand? One-syllable word, old man? You
tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia She's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her
tonight On Desolation Row. Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her
tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To
: When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin