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 - 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/102/1/5891.html
Все тексты песен: Cypress Hill

 » Cypress Hill - Cuban Nectie
 » Cypress Hill - Loco En El Coco
 » Cypress Hill - Ilusiones
 » Cypress Hill - Break It Up
 » Cypress Hill - We Live This Shit
 » Cypress Hill - when the shit goes down | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3
 » Cypress Hill - No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just K
 » Cypress Hill - Killa Hill
 » Cypress Hill - Want Go Around Come Around
 » Cypress Hill - III (Temples of Boom)
 » Cypress Hill - Tres Equis
 » Cypress Hill - What U Want From Me
 » Cypress Hill - Rap Superstar
 » Cypress Hill - Unreleased & Revamped
 » Cypress Hill - Throw Your Set in the Air
 » Cypress Hill - Locotes
 » Cypress Hill - Scooby Doo
 » Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III (Temples of Boom)
 » Cypress Hill - Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix)
 » Cypress Hill - rock superstar2 | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»