cypress  hill   Lyrics

How i could just kill a man

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky buddha Eluder of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked So come on as Cypress starts to kick it 'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin' while suckers are hidin' Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin' by! Hanging out the window with my magnum taking out some puto's Acting kind of loco I'm just another local Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand I'm ignoring all the dumb shit Yo, because nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming Hummin' coming at ya! Yeah, ya know I had to gat ya! Time for some action just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference Into your satellite shining a battle light Sen got the gat and I know that he'll gat you right Here's an example just a little sample "How I could just kill a man" One-Time tried to come in my home, take my chrome I said, "Yo, it's on" Take cover son or you're assed-out How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway That young punk had to pay! So I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand It's gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I had to establish To lite my spliff ignite you with insight so if you ain't down, bullshit Say some punk tried to get you for your auto Would you call the one-time and play the role model? No! I think you'll play like a thug Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug Humming coming at ya! Yeah, ya know I'm gonna gat ya How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome Just for a bucket or a fast ducat Just to stay alive Yo, I got to say "fuck it" Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand "How I could just kill a man" Here is something you can't understand

Insane

Insane in the Brain Who you trin' to mess with ese? Don't you know I'm loco? To da one on da flam boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the Son of Sam don't make me wrek ya hectic wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric damn the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' it's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, taht's why I don't fuck wit da big four-oh bro, I got ta' maintain cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane chorus: insane in da membrane insane in da brain! (repeat 4x) Do my shit undercover now it's time for for the blubba blaba to watch dat belly get fatter fat boy on a diet don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass leavin' your face in the grass you know I don't take a chulo lightly bitch just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like Louie Armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow my house down and undrground to the next town they get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the night blue scad yes I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream hide from the red light beam now do you believe in the unseen look, but don't make you eyes strain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus

I wanna get high

I wanna get high I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! Well it's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it. The slammer five, (quota five) funk on ya discus. Oh, what you mess this, you got the bad wetness. Catch a ho and another ho merry chrismas. Yes I smoke shit, stright off the roach clip. I wrote shit for the blunted wants to approach it. Foward motion make you sway like the ocean. The herb is more than just a powerful potion. Watch the commotion, yo I'm not joking around. People learning about, what they're smoking. My oven is on high, when I roast the quail. Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale. Exhale, now you the funk of the type. When I fell the effects... I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high! I want to get high - so high!

I  aint  goin   out  like  that

Let's kick it ese COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!! It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic, Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali, Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum-Hear the gat come Boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out like that!" I'm high strung Click I'm sprung 'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin' I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin' Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya No need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify We ain't goin' out like that I got to thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of business Can I get a witness? To verify when I'm to bring this style That makes you ecstatic Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I betcha one time can't find my hooda! Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don't know this line) Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb So we exchange a few words But he got me stirred up "Ought not to grab the handcuffs. I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!" We ain't goin' out like that EAT A BOWL OF DICKA !! YEAH!!

Pigs

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood, Well this pig worked at the station. This pig he killed my Homeboy, So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation. This pig he is the chief, Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley. He's got a son that's a pig too, He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley. This pig is known as a Narco, If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be. This pig he's a fuckin' fag, So all his homepigs they call him a pussy. Well this pig he's really cool, So in this class we know he rides all alone. Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts, While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home. This pig he's a big punk, And I know that he can't stand the sight of me. 'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart, And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society. This pig works for the mafia, Makin' some money off crack. But this little pig got caught, So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back. 'Cos once he gets to the Pen, They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest. To protect him from some mad nigga, Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest. An' it's all about breakin' off sausage, Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine ? Niggas wanna do him in the ass, Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line. That fuckin' pig. Look what he got himself into. Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk. Anybody like pork-chops ? How 'bout a ham sandwich ? How 'bout a ham sandwich ?