Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill - Red, Meth & B

Y`all ready for this?
Ha! I don`t think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!

[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! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2`s on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team`ll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
I won`t leave till the job is done
Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!

[Chorus: B-Real]
We don`t give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won`t be real with us, but ya reelin` us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

[Method Man]
Yo, yo
Blunt smokin`, half a bottle of remi open
You either holdin` or half-assed like Simmy Colan
I leave ya chokin` on them lollipop rhymes ya callin`
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin`
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can`t eat, ya can`t sleep
Plus I`m in denial, I just can`t admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper`s nerves shocked
Now who`s hot and who`s not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I`m gone, Kodak can`t even frame the riddler
Gold realin`, Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they fuckin` with that, lets be realer

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn`t think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn`t hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin`, doc spittin`, shark bitten
Star stricken, glock clickin`, stop shittin`
Inhale the smoke from the master`s lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I`m the fastest one (ha!)
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off

[Chorus X2]

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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 - Red, Meth & B Y`all ready for this? Ha! I don`t think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [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! It aint no need to fight We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty My family feud dudes who pack 2`s on survey Jersey and house Gun like an elephants snout Pull ya ambulance out Ya whole team`ll get bombarded Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers I won`t leave till the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill Yeah! [Chorus: B-Real] We don`t give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high You won`t be real with us, but ya reelin` us and you want to ride You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high [Method Man] Yo, yo Blunt smokin`, half a bottle of remi open You either holdin` or half-assed like Simmy Colan I leave ya chokin` on them lollipop rhymes ya callin` So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin` If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch Ya know if I can`t eat, ya can`t sleep Plus I`m in denial, I just can`t admit defeat My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper`s nerves shocked Now who`s hot and who`s not I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I`m gone, Kodak can`t even frame the riddler Gold realin`, Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller Whoever think they fuckin` with that, lets be realer [Chorus] [B-Real] Take the back seat and smash beats Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn`t think of I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley You twisted up, burnt out within seconds Cos you couldn`t hang with the John Blaze methods Bong hittin`, doc spittin`, shark bitten Star stricken, glock clickin`, stop shittin` Inhale the smoke from the master`s lungs You wanna roll up, yo I`m the fastest one (ha!) You wanna test with the sess, well first off That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off [Chorus X2] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Red, Meth & B: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/5679.html Все тексты песен: Cypress Hill » Cypress Hill - Till Death Comes » Cypress Hill - Lunatics In The Grass » Cypress Hill - When the Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix » Cypress Hill - Valley of Chrome » Cypress Hill - Tres Equis » Cypress Hill - Ilusiones (Illusions) » Cypress Hill - What Go Around Come Around » Cypress Hill - We Live This Shit » Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise spanish Version » Cypress Hill - Audio X » Cypress Hill - Hand On The Clock » Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders » Cypress Hill - Marijuano Locos » Cypress Hill - Real Thing » Cypress Hill - let it rain \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Cypress Hill - Illusions » Cypress Hill - Hit em High » Cypress Hill - Unreleased and Revamped (EP) » Cypress Hill - Funk Freakers » Cypress Hill - Red, Meth & B Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Клячкин - Прокатилось лето кубарем » Евгений Келлер - Молоко » Екатерина Манычева - (Песня к кинофильму Служили два товарища) » Евгений Клячкин - Июнь, четвертый час в окне... » Елена Фролова - Ты видишь » Евгений Келлер - Тук-тук » Евгений Костюков - Святочное » Елена Бушуева - Да разве можно догадаться... » Елена Решетняк - Не рисуй дождя и снега » Евгений Бачурин - Крупица » Евгения Голосовская - Середина июля » Евгений Романов - Бумажный кораблик » Елена Казанцева - Я поеду в Москву, а тебя не возьму... » Евгений Клячкин - Неведомо как, за незримой иголкой... » Евгений Муравьев - Страх матадора – судьба арены... » Елена Фролова - Дом мой в снежном саване... » Елена Решетняк - Ностальгия » Елена Гурфинкель - Мы не расстались с тобой сердцами... » Елена Казанцева - Когда я пела для тебя... » Евгений Исакевич - Путешествие
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