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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
I'm the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker
Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes
I'm doper than the pete rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
I'm hardcore to the bone, I'm 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 don't know, y'all better recognize
I'm 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 I'm 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 don't 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 andquot;he the bomb, dicky!andquot;
These off-keys mc's hawk me, they won't 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 you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder
You're deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of
Chorus
Verse four: mc eiht
Steppin to the park in the hill you can't hang
The original baby gangsta on this compton thang
Don't slip, the late night hype, is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip
Can't feel me, if I was crack you'd 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, i'ma get you
Hit you, the tech 9, i'ma split you
Ain't no poppin, no stoppin
Tick to the tock, tick tock I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, don't 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
Intro: Sen Dog
Sí
Busto de la forma en que va a rebotar en este Soul Assassins noventa y cinco
Cypress hill conjunta.
Yo queremos que todos allá afuera para tirar las manos en alto ...
... Para conseguir que el niño!
Verso uno: Erick Sermon
Fresca es la palabra, cuando yo muestre mi punto fuerte rappin
Más rápida de hacer que de zumo de naranja, hey
I fanáticos de mi mierda, e el maestro lírica
El estrés que me fuera, sin duda, voy a tener que arruinar ya
Deja que te pregunte, ¿puedo se llena una sola vez?
Y descansar y relajarse, con Cypress Hill
Huh, voy con mi auto mal
Soy el bote de basura de cuatro libras, el fumador Phil contundente
Créame, no soy tan malo como tres seises
Soy drogadicto que los remixes Pete Rock
Nunca camine entre la multitud lenta
Soy duro con el hueso, soy matón Ruggish
El verde de ojos, bandido, seré errrick serrrmon
Me pone muy determinada
Y uno de los problemas, y dos para el bajo
Lo llevo a la cara con esto aquí lírica maza
Y si no lo saben, todos ustedes a reconocer mejor
Voy a pasar con la velocidad, con las libras de hierba
Verso dos: B-Real
Ahh mierda, otro de los éxitos gangsta
Niggaz desea conseguir ocupado con lo último
Fools ser realistas, yo soy representin
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Cypress Hill
Throw Your Hands in the Air
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
I'm the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker
Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes
I'm doper than the pete rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd sluggish
I'm hardcore to the bone, I'm 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 don't know, y'all better recognize
I'm 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 I'm 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 don't 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 andquot;he the bomb, dicky!andquot;
These off-keys mc's hawk me, they won't 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 you'll get hurt up like the jury callin murder
You're deaf cuz I freak shit you neva heard of
Chorus
Verse four: mc eiht
Steppin to the park in the hill you can't hang
The original baby gangsta on this compton thang
Don't slip, the late night hype, is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip
Can't feel me, if I was crack you'd 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, i'ma get you
Hit you, the tech 9, i'ma split you
Ain't no poppin, no stoppin
Tick to the tock, tick tock I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, don't 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
Cypress Hill
Throw Your Hands in the Air
Throw Your Hands in the Air
Intro: Sen Dog
Sí
Busto de la forma en que va a rebotar en este Soul Assassins noventa y cinco
Cypress hill conjunta.
Yo queremos que todos allá afuera para tirar las manos en alto ...
... Para conseguir que el niño!
Verso uno: Erick Sermon
Fresca es la palabra, cuando yo muestre mi punto fuerte rappin
Más rápida de hacer que de zumo de naranja, hey
I fanáticos de mi mierda, e el maestro lírica
El estrés que me fuera, sin duda, voy a tener que arruinar ya
Deja que te pregunte, ¿puedo se llena una sola vez?
Y descansar y relajarse, con Cypress Hill
Huh, voy con mi auto mal
Soy el bote de basura de cuatro libras, el fumador Phil contundente
Créame, no soy tan malo como tres seises
Soy drogadicto que los remixes Pete Rock
Nunca camine entre la multitud lenta
Soy duro con el hueso, soy matón Ruggish
El verde de ojos, bandido, seré errrick serrrmon
Me pone muy determinada
Y uno de los problemas, y dos para el bajo
Lo llevo a la cara con esto aquí lírica maza
Y si no lo saben, todos ustedes a reconocer mejor
Voy a pasar con la velocidad, con las libras de hierba
Verso dos: B-Real
Ahh mierda, otro de los éxitos gangsta
Niggaz desea conseguir ocupado con lo último
Fools ser realistas, yo soy representin
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
