Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill - Throw Your Hands in The Air

Intro: sen dog

Yeah

Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five soul assassins

Cypress hill joint.

Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up...

...so get it on kid!

Verse one: erick sermon

Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte

Quicker done than o.j., hey

I freaks my shit, e the lyrical master

Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya

Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time?

And unwind and chill, with cypress hill

Huh, I go on with my bad self

Im the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked like three sixes

Im doper than the pete rock remixes

Never walk through the crowd sluggish

Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

The green-eyed, bandit, I be errrick serrrmon

I gets real determined

And one for the trouble, and two for the bass

I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace

And if you dont know, yall better recognize

Im coming through with speed, with pounds of weed

Verse two: b-real

Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits

Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate

Fools get real, yo Im representin the hill

With chips and clips and tons of blue steel

So who wants to be the first nigga to die?

Then try and test this, buddha blessed gemini

You get thrown sent home in a coffin

Punk stuff dont make it back, very often

I got erick to take care of the sermon

Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin

Bustin open the doors to the temple

Takin you to the dark side of your mental

Chorus: b-real

Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys

Throw your hands in the air

Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys

Throw your hands in the air

Chorus

Verse three: redman

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy

Finger up on the pen, be like "he the bomb, dicky!"

These off-keys mcs hawk me, they wont get off me

So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies *bzzzzt*

Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch

Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis

Is what I leave your crew with, boom bip or some two and two shit

Raw silk, cuz you do it to my music

*funk doctor spock* lock the hypest

Individual, to put criminal in diapers

With my nigga e and cypress, what I write bitch

You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis

In your back yard, word to god, def squad!

With my nigga keith in the place takin charge

Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin murder

Youre deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

Chorus

Verse four: mc eiht

Steppin to the park in the hill you cant hang

The original baby gangsta on this compton thang

Dont slip, the late night hype, is when I dip

Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to steal me

Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me

Keep your hands on your hood, you get got

The green-eyed bandit, cypress hill, and the funk doctor spock

You wish you could hang, like I hang

Dwells in the c-p-t, the hood thing

G, the trigga finger, ima get you

Hit you, the tech 9, ima split you

Aint no poppin, no stoppin

Tick to the tock, tick tock I hit your block

Throw your hands in the air, dont bite this

I squeeze, nigga please, the e down with cypress

Chorus

Chorus

Outro: sen dog

Aight, for everybody

All our peeps out on the corners

All the alleyways

For all our decesed

Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets

Nineteen ninety-five

Soul assassins in your mind

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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 - Throw Your Hands in The Air Intro: sen dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five soul assassins Cypress hill joint. Yo we want everybody out there to throw their hands up... ...so get it on kid! Verse one: erick sermon Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte Quicker done than o.j., hey I freaks my shit, e the lyrical master Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time? And unwind and chill, with cypress hill Huh, I go on with my bad self Im the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker Believe me not, Im wicked like three sixes Im doper than the pete rock remixes Never walk through the crowd sluggish Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish The green-eyed, bandit, I be errrick serrrmon I gets real determined And one for the trouble, and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace And if you dont know, yall better recognize Im coming through with speed, with pounds of weed Verse two: b-real Ahh shit, another one of those gangsta hits Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo Im representin the hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel So who wants to be the first nigga to die? Then try and test this, buddha blessed gemini You get thrown sent home in a coffin Punk stuff dont make it back, very often I got erick to take care of the sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin Bustin open the doors to the temple Takin you to the dark side of your mental Chorus: b-real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Chorus Verse three: redman I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy Finger up on the pen, be like "he the bomb, dicky!" These off-keys mcs hawk me, they wont get off me So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies bzzzzt Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis Is what I leave your crew with, boom bip or some two and two shit Raw silk, cuz you do it to my music funk doctor spock lock the hypest Individual, to put criminal in diapers With my nigga e and cypress, what I write bitch You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis In your back yard, word to god, def squad! With my nigga keith in the place takin charge Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin murder Youre deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of Chorus Verse four: mc eiht Steppin to the park in the hill you cant hang The original baby gangsta on this compton thang Dont slip, the late night hype, is when I dip Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to steal me Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me Keep your hands on your hood, you get got The green-eyed bandit, cypress hill, and the funk doctor spock You wish you could hang, like I hang Dwells in the c-p-t, the hood thing G, the trigga finger, ima get you Hit you, the tech 9, ima split you Aint no poppin, no stoppin Tick to the tock, tick tock I hit your block Throw your hands in the air, dont bite this I squeeze, nigga please, the e down with cypress Chorus Chorus Outro: sen dog Aight, for everybody All our peeps out on the corners All the alleyways For all our decesed Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets Nineteen ninety-five Soul assassins in your mind Нравится песня? 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