Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up

[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..

Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that`s tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn`t mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..
cool, homey, I`ll bring some fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I`m free, in a land
with no fuckin extradition treaty, I`m out, geyeah

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X)
"With the crew from off the Hill"

[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it`s a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the Eastside, where it`s loco sellin the poco
From the two G`s, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I`m mad lib
and I wanna live and I`m givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and I`m keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X)
"With the crew from off the Hill"

[MC Eiht]
We`s beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time`s tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
tryin to send me to the penetentiary

[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I`m meetin and greetin the people speakin
and leadin the motherfuckers who`s seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can`t stop, these mad audio hustlers

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up [MC Eiht] Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation Feels the heat, under the som-brero to any amigo that`s tryin to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn`t mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. cool, homey, I`ll bring some fuckin skunk The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk Just like a bird I`m free, in a land with no fuckin extradition treaty, I`m out, geyeah "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [B-Real] B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me You silly bitches never respect, neglect money You funny or broke, think it`s a joke, your nose is runny Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals from the Eastside, where it`s loco sellin the poco From the two G`s, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I`m mad lib and I wanna live and I`m givin the message droppin the lesson Flippin shit, and I`m keepin em guessin they all stressin Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] We`s beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer! Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash vroom Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos? Makin your body dissapear like a ghost One time`s tryin to gaffle me, harassin me tryin to send me to the penetentiary [B-Real] In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street While you peakin I`m meetin and greetin the people speakin and leadin the motherfuckers who`s seekin to catch, ruckus Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us You love us, you can`t stop, these mad audio hustlers "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Prelude to a Come Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/23909.html Все тексты песен: Cypress Hill f MC Eiht » Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Cypress Hill IV » Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up » Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up » Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Cypress Hill IV Рекомендуем скачать: » Георгий Дубенецкий - Монолог чайницы или женский подход к обучению горнолыжной технике » Гости из Будущего - Даже если она не вернется » Гости из Будущего - Время-песок » Георгий Гладков - Настанет день и час » Григорий Лепс - Спасите наши души » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Перемена погоды » Гости из Будущего - О том как трудно » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Непрерывный суицид » Геннадий Жаров - В девятнадцать лет » Григорий Дикштейн - Снова канул день, как в воду... » Геннадий Васильев - Посвящение Томску » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Детский доктор сказал: "ништяк" » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я плюю на ваши дела » Гиви Чрелашвили - Размышления скучающего гедониста (Михаилу Кочеткову) » Григорий Дикштейн - Нищий философ (Из цикла Одесские рассказы) » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Волна патриотизма » Григорий Дикштейн - Листок из альбома » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Так » Гражданская Оборона - Без меня » Горячие головы - Типа я без тебя
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