Cypress Hill (cypresshill.com); Sheldon S., Seth Auberon (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly
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| Where's Scandinavian founding member DJ Muggs? (Cypress Hill "DJ Muggs Is Dead") |
WARNING: Violent content, profanity unsuitable for listeners! Live at Razlog, Bulgaria Dec. 2009.
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(Color is not important)
Lick a shot!
(Oh!)
Ah
I got shot
Comin' at ya
(Fire!)
Zippidy doodah, zippiddy hey
Cry "oh my," wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On the mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay
Prude, you can't hang
Flashback on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner
I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Fool
Hit ya with the Golden Rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If you push that button 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 gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Let the gat hum
I got shot!
So I let the gat hum
Original track on the Cypress Hill album Black Sunday
Sunday morning, wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro one that's saggin'
Scooby Doo
And f*ck you, too!
Ploy me?
Don't let your punk ass try me!
It's gonna take more than you
Better call your backup team
And wait for your crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip on my hip
And just watch your back
If you're slippin'
Ooooh
Where did that .22 come from
When the bullet passed through my lung?
I've lost my breath
I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug
That wasn't intended
I hear thunder
I wonder
If a n*gga like me's goin' under
Take a number!
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Let me get home
I got shot!
So I let the gat hum
Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bullsh*t!
This pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Mox
Critical bell rings
Snapped out the dream
What the f*ck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me? I got no strap, G!
What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?
Let the gat hum
I got shot!
So I let the gat hum
Let me get home
I got shot!
So I let the gat hum
Senseless violence: "I Ain't Goin Out Like That"
Los Angeles is a ghetto, a gangland of great diversity. It isn't race so much as socioeconomic status that defines. Race comes into it, too. Why were Cypress Hill received so well at Lollapalooza?
Let's kick it, ese.
Comin' out the slums, it's the hoodlums!
I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this outlaw
Kickin' like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
Chill, ill, I'll bust that grill
Grab my gat and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out the plastic Glock, automatic, synthetic
Material burial plots in order
Headed down to the Mexican border
Smokin' that smelly Northern Cali
Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum -- hear the gat come, boooooommmmmm!
Let me see what you'll do
It's a sin to kill a man
But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out!
I'm high strung, click, I'm sprung
'Cause I don't live from the humdrum
Where I'm from, the gats be smokin'
I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin'
Know that I'll come with the static
Erratic .45 automatic
Screamin' at ya, the red light's beamin' at ya
No need to have to run after
The punk ass hook, in the oven I'll cook
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he's under, don't make Stevie Wonder why:
'Cause he'll testify
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out!
Korn cover live, Oct. 18, 1998, UNO Lakefront Arena - New Orleans, LA
I got you thinkin', "What the f*ck is this?"
Lettin' you know I take care of business
Can I get a witness?
To verify when I depict this
Style that makes you ecstatic
Tragic when I get a poof of the Magic Buddha
When I roll with my crew
I betcha one time can't find my hootah
In my vehicle with the belt unbuckled
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to the curb, so we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up, enough to grab the handcuffs
I'll huff-n-puff and blow ya head off!
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out!
Yeahhh! Takin' your disses and dissin' y'all right back
It's the Cypress Hill crew, like we ain't sh*t
You little taco stand rapper, eat a bowl of d*ck up
Then you got my man over here, you can eat a bowl of d*ck up, too
Anybody got beef around the way, yo
EAT A BOWL OF D*CK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!
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