Lookin Through The Eye Of A Pig Cypress Hill

, eye of the pig, I see it all The eye of the pig * DJ Muggs cuts and scratches 'This pig' from _Pigs_ * I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say that I'm worse, than some of these

Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig Cypress Hill

, eye of the pig, i see it all The eye of the pig * dj muggs cuts and scratches 'this pig' from _pigs_ * I've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say That i'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers

Interlude Cypress Hill

Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall With the bloodstains, eye of

PIGS Cypress Hill

"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, and a possible male black.

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

One Last Cigarette Cypress Hill

Do you know who the fuck I am?) {*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*} Right {*duct tape being unrolled*} Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga?

Last Laugh Cypress Hill

Do you know who the fuck I am?) [beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks] Right [duct tape being unrolled] Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga?

Hole in the Head Cypress Hill

[Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang Verse One: B-Real Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente See a gang, no there ain't no jugete Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down Who you lookin

Locotes Cypress Hill

got me on the radar Pousha And ya don't stop `till I'm done Now the Puercos got me on the run Police Radio: "LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on 187.

A To The K Cypress Hill

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

Break 'Em Off Some Cypress Hill

This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Commin atcha in 93'!

Break `Em Off Some Cypress Hill

Break 'Em Off Some Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Commin atcha in 93'!

Another Body Drops Cypress Hill

My first mission runnin’ through the head to smoke jack With memories poppin’ in my head recall that Late night creepin’ through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views

Killa Hill Cypress Hill

[Capitan Pingaloca] "esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. aqui Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca. why to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va Pa'l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre

Let It Rain Cypress Hill

Fuck all y'all I'm comin' of the wall I got a nigga from The Source Swingin' from my balls Ughh!

Red Light Visions Cypress Hill

s trying to get down But all you get is a peeled back, 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

Highlife Cypress Hill

lost, you lost the shine right Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you The highlife; yeah, the highlife The highlife; yeah, the

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.

Illusions Cypress Hill

I'll dig ya That grave on the east side of town Now you're six feet underground From man, to the dust to the ashes All I remember tell me where the cash is Click clack, barrel at my dome Give all

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

Feature Presentation Cypress Hill

your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories

Feature Presentation (featuring Barron Ricks and Chace Infinite) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories

Funk Freakers Cypress Hill

the level up a little louder In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours Fools on the street wanna feel the funk Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want Ya betta, sit back and let the track

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

From The Window Of My Room Cypress Hill

for the pride they hold dear Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man See it all, be

Get It Anyway Cypress Hill

I'm-a do my thing, let me tell you right now 'Cause I don't know any other way of livin' my life now Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble Some of you hustle and some of you just

Illusions Cypress Hill

And feed em cause I don't need em I won't join em if I can beat em They don't understand my logic To my gat to my money and I'm hooked on chronic I never wanted to hurt a nigga Unless ya come flexin

Psycobetabuckdown Cypress Hill

[B-Real] I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro I'm not a role model, more like a psycho A Bates type of +Psycho+, cut you like Michael +Halloween+ character

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

No Rest For The Wicked Cypress Hill

No sleep, Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! Jackson... lemme figure out the name, Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game!

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

Lick a Shot Cypress Hill

corner, feel the concrete If ya push that by like nothin' Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

Lick A Shot Cypress Hill

feel the concrete If ya push that by like nothin' Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action Let the gatt hummm

(Hidden Track) Cypress Hill

Here we go yall its that nigga hecta lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector got my eye on the money apparatus like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it Anywhere near the shit and I'm a

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

Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill

cap-peela', strapped illa, I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala', Get'cha fix of the uncut funk, A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be, Move it up, just move it on out

Checkmate Cypress Hill

Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get

(Rap) Superstar Cypress Hill

the days when i was a young kid growin up Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up To rock crowds make money Chill wit the honies Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me Shits funny

Street Wars Cypress Hill

{*church bells gong*} [Verse One: B-Real] As a kid, I was known, son of a thug Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us?

Dead Men Tell No Tales Cypress Hill

Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create

Stoned Raiders Cypress Hill

Strap illa On the west coast settin' it off, no one's reala Get ya fix of the uncut Funk A small dose of the skunk Weed Like it's supposed to be Move it out Just move it on out What ya talkin

Real Estate Cypress Hill

I wet my stupid radio cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH Now you can't see I'm real great?

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!

Riot Starter Cypress Hill

feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket to the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop You gotta get the fuck out of the spot Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know Good reigns over evil, how it be

Light Another Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the buddha You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard

Never Know Cypress Hill

man [Verse One] You know I live with the biggest hitters, crime committers And bull shitters Never had a quitter come with us Who had the jitters sine some bitter tasting minute I spit it for those

Get Out Of My Head Cypress Hill

Get Out Of My Head I can't see in the dark, but I see you Words don't come from your heart, but they get through Something's happened to you Something's happened to me Someone's changing our lives

Roll It Up, Light It Up Cypress Hill

pocket for my fat weed sack Cause I want to get high like a plane in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighters So I can roll it and set it on fire Damn, I

Amplified Cypress Hill

SX, latin thug thing Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with that Flavour of the month, bro, (?)

Amplified (Fredwreck Remix - Clean Version) Cypress Hill

SX, latin thug thing Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with that Flavour of the month, bro, (?)