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Cypress Hill
WORLDWIDE
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Verse 1: sen-dog
you better hope i'm chained up, shackled with a yard
i'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
wreck fools when i disconnect, make you sweat
shit your pants, get in yuor 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? you ain't got nothin' to say
i been backin' up east side la, all day
blowin' up the best techs, the best flex
havin' the best sex, fuckin' in wessex
the hardcore shit, i know you like it raw
'cause ain't no other dog breakin' the last straw
Chorus (2x): b-real
you better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
'cause you rollin' with the hill and what counts is uh,
can you hang with us? you wanna bang with us?
cypress hill, worldwide, los angeles
Verse 2: sen-dog
i don't bark, i just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
fool, now you tremblin', i give you three seconds
to break out before you resemblin' a dead man
a hole through your headband
my gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk
cypress hill worldwide, you just a local
don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
you don't want that strap on my hip
to deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
i'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom
fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume
Chorus
Verse 3
(br) bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride
i take money-money, make dummies all night
use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
when you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
(sd) we choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
see the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
you forget me and i'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
remember me now, cypress hill soldier
up and down the boulevard, big money folder
you bring descript sequence with no defense
the whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'
Chorus
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Verse 1: sen-dog you better hope i'm chained up, shackled with a yard i'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech wreck fools when i disconnect, make you sweat shit your pants, get in yuor 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? you ain't got nothin' to say i been backin' up east side la, all day blowin' up the best techs, the best flex havin' the best sex, fuckin' in wessex the hardcore shit, i know you like it raw 'cause ain't no other dog breakin' the last straw Chorus (2x): b-real you better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga 'cause you rollin' with the hill and what counts is uh, can you hang with us? you wanna bang with us? cypress hill, worldwide, los angeles Verse 2: sen-dog i don't bark, i just bite, mangle and maim niggas up check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up fool, now you tremblin', i give you three seconds to break out before you resemblin' a dead man a hole through your headband my gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk cypress hill worldwide, you just a local don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal you don't want that strap on my hip to deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip i'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume Chorus Verse 3 (br) bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride i take money-money, make dummies all night use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic when you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic (sd) we choose a life right, we roll with crew tight see the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray you forget me and i'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory remember me now, cypress hill soldier up and down the boulevard, big money folder you bring descript sequence with no defense the whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin' Chorus
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