Cypress Hill Lyrics
Cypress Hill Lyrics
"Psychodelic Vision Lyrics"
Holy War Lyrics
Stir up the nation into war they will believe the things you preach just need another thrill indeed still got to prove you're never weak [chorus] Calling for the holy war you always need in the name of your god you won't fade away promised all a place in the hall of fame you know they'll follow you whenever you must go... to fight<
Stir up the nation into war they will believe the things you preach just need another thrill indeed still got to prove you're never weak [chorus] Calling for the holy war you always need in the name of your god you won't fade away promised all a place in the hall of fame you know they'll follow you whenever you must go... to fight<
[Intro 4x]
Lalalala-lala-lalala
[B-Real]
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sid
Psychodelic visions would ensue
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
But I ??, all that distorted shit brought it up
I came short and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to record it on audio
The autobiography of Luis Mario
Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable
That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like glass
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover
Big Momma Thang ("remix") Lyrics
Verse One: I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings that's how ma
:Verse One: I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings that's how ma
This side up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis
[Chorus 2x]
(Lalalala-lala-lalala)
I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa
[B-Real]
You know me and you've grown with me
And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me
I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me
I'm hangin out with the people as my poss
American Tune Lyrics
Words & music by Paul Simon Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be Bright and bon vivant So far a-way from home, so far away from home And I don't kno
eWords & music by Paul Simon Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be Bright and bon vivant So far a-way from home, so far away from home And I don't kno
Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions
Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension
People turn around when you become a star it seems
But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams
They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your
songs
Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?
Take a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run
You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son
[Chorus:]
[B-Real]
You know they smile in your face,
Nemesis Lyrics
[Instrumental]
You know they try to take space[Instrumental]
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight
But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some
reason
But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season
Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never
The ??, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever
So think about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain
But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded
[Chorus 2x]
You know they smile in your face
You know they try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't safe
Cos you know you're just dead-weight