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 semi-colon
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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» Cypress Hill - Latin Lingo
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» Cypress Hill - The Funky Cypress Hill Shit
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» Cypress Hill - Bitter
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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 semi-colon 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/102/1/5757.html Все тексты песен: Cypress Hill » Cypress Hill - Can`t Stop Won`t Stop » Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High » Cypress Hill - Strictly Hip-Hop » Cypress Hill - Dr. Greenthumb » Cypress Hill - Latin Lingo » Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise (Remix Radio Edit) » Cypress Hill - Another Victory » Cypress Hill - A Man » Cypress Hill - Stoned is the Way of the Walk » Cypress Hill - The Funky Cypress Hill Shit » Cypress Hill - Clash Of The Titans » Cypress Hill - Boom Biddy Bye Bye » Cypress Hill - Clash Of The Titans » Cypress Hill - Amplified » Cypress Hill - 16 Men Till There`s No Men Left » Cypress Hill - Stank Ass Hoe » Cypress Hill - Bitter » Cypress Hill - Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke it Up » Cypress Hill - Can`t Get the Best of Me » Cypress Hill - III Рекомендуем скачать: » Жанна Агузарова - Мне хорошо рядом с тобой » Женя Малахова - Клинит » Жанна Агузарова - Прикосновение к Есенину » Жасмин - Так бывает » Жанна Агузарова - Медицинский институт » Жека - КОЛЕЯ » Жанна Агузарова - Молодость » Жека - ПИЛЯТ ПИЛЫ » Жанна Агузарова - Желтые ботинки » Жека - ВЫСТРЕЛ » Жасмин - Разгадай любовь » Жуки - Йогурты » Жанна Агузарова - Верю я » Жанна Агузарова - День за днём » Жасмин - Запутала зря » Жуки - Влечение » Жека - БРАТВА » Жанна Агузарова - Вернись ко мне » Жанна Агузарова - Мальчик в теннисных туфлях » Жанна Агузарова - Марсианка
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