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Cypress Hill
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Southland Killers - Featuring M.C. Ren & King Tee
作词:Louis Freese, Roger Mcbride, Lawrence Muggerud, Lorenzo J Patterson, Sean Reyes
Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin' all that shit We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker
Niggas all acrosss town, all up in the suburbs While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show
Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits
All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit' us?) (Killers) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers) Cypress, Hill click, yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war) (Killers) All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers)
I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing Blown out your set, flames when the best sing It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest ain't, the bullet-proof vest team These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game Wrong move and it's checkmate
I might sound funny out here But really, niggas get money out here 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And hey, everyday is sunny out here So listen, don't play dummy out here
King try for bust, make your whole pack run Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns Fat ones, all cold and black ones Southland killin', it's just how that's done
All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit' us?) (Killers) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers) Cypress, Hill click, yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war) (Killers) All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers)
You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill When your shit [Incomprehensible]is when die on the Hill We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will Busters get slayed, when you fuck around with Real Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes We them vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me If you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly
All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit' us?) (Killers) Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers) Cypress, Hill click, yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war) (Killers) All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers)
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