rap meal And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my
... He oughta keep his place (He oughta keep his place) Sho'nuff some black motherfuckers in the house (What up, loc?) Alright, where is he? Floyd, what in the sam hill
he... He oughta keep his place (He oughta keep his place) Sho'nuff some black motherfuckers in the house (What up, loc?) Alright, where is he? Floyd, what in the sam hill
time, play it again sam, before we die. hey hey whats that tune? hey hey turn it off, hey hey whats that tune? hey hey are you still here? he was a son
Angels waste the time, they work together Scheme and plot on me, 'cause I'm the son of man I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam Don't give a damn
gonna get you It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra
s gonna get you girl it's gonna get you Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun son of a bitch Getting paid getting rich Ultra violence running
like 'The Ring' Make excellent cadavers of your fascist regime Cause I grab the mic and niggaz couldn't understand Why I'm fuckin' up your summer jam like the son of sam
nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'
the kid or wanna kill me I'm back at em On fire like cracked atoms They over the hill like wyclef and proswell I'm over the hills like UFOs at roswell
love the kid or wanna kill me I'm back at em On fire like cracked atoms They over the hill like wyclef and proswell I'm over the hills like UFOs at roswell
Yo Yo c'mon son Yo they killin em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they killin us son, I'm tellin you Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word
siglos de grandeza historica no quiero crear polemica si digo que para mi es tragica empezaron robando esclavos de Africa sus nietos hoy son hombres atrapados
below, I thank my niggaz And Tommy Hill can't help me figure a damn thang less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that Uncle Sam
tight to awake neighbors for acres I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of sam bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin, you
my rap meal And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my