Cypress Hill lyrics
Cypress Hill lyrics
"Hole In The Head lyrics"
Easy Thing To Do lyrics
Sentimental people see the world With the gentleness of fools Wishful thinking makes the days go by Every minute is a lullaby It's the Easy Thing To Do It's the Easy Thing To Do And the Easy Thing To Do Is love Tender people still believe in love Broken promises are few Only hearing what they want to hear Twisting words to make them sou
Sentimental people see the world With the gentleness of fools Wishful thinking makes the days go by Every minute is a lullaby It's the Easy Thing To Do It's the Easy Thing To Do And the Easy Thing To Do Is love Tender people still believe in love Broken promises are few Only hearing what they want to hear Twisting words to make them sou
[Sen Dog] Ganxta Ridd, whassup yo?
[Gxt Rid] It's a Tribe thang
[Verse One: B-Real]
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
(Boo-yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots
Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig
Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco
Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and
[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]
A hole in your head
A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head
In your head!
A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head
You get a hole in the headPrettyhead lyrics
Don't send me no bag, don't send me no skag A pin-headed ho won't do Don't send me no square without some beehive hair She got to have her rhythm with blues Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead Gotta have a prettyhead, I said pretty head Don't send nothin' lame, don't send nothin' tame A scatter-brained ho won't do Don't send (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head
Huh!/In your head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
[Verse Two: B-Real]
Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin
See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in
I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin
Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin
Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag
But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?
It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome
Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!
Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin
Pigs on the wJohn Riley lyrics
(B. Gibson and R. Neff)
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid will you marry me
And this then sir was her reply
Oh, no kind sir I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone these seven years
Still no man shall marry me
What if he's died all in somey, aiyyo I smells bacon
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner
And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner
Still had the forty, comin at the alley
Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink
In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right
Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on
That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)
A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen)
Get your ass down! And by the way
[Chorus]
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all
Scooby Doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all
Doobie doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all!
Scooby Doo!
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all
[Verse Three: B-Real]
Six rollin up and now he's really baffled
Brother'sChinese Burn lyrics
She burns friends like a piece of wood
And she's jealous of me because she never could
Hold herself up without a spine
And she'll look me up when she's doing fine
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She's just someone's favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies they're all the same
They'lthinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up)
Beat down (down) on the way to the station
Gaffled up from a false accusation
Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the
attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined
Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya
Wet ya, you know homes the picture
(Yeah you never been to jail boy!)
Broomstick up your ass
And by the way, you get
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up
This is hell boy
[Gxt Rid] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang
[Sen Dog] What side is that Ridd?
[B-Real] Can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it