Verse one: b-real Sipping on tequila, with sheila, no doubt i’m bringing her on Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like tiger balm In the hot sun city of mexico, it’s a pity My committee of witty niggas ain’t with me to get gritty Rhymey as fuck on the track, snappin your head back Get […]
Intro (scratching samples) Verse one: b-real Sipping on tequila, with sheila, no doubt i’m bringing her on Keeping her warm, leaving her heated like tiger balm In the hot sun city of mexico, it’s a pity My committee of *edited* with me to get gritty Rhyme *edited* on the track, snappin’ your head back Get […]
Sen dog: pa la salud! B-real: pa la salud!… primero yo Sen dog: primero usted… B-real: *grrrrrah!* B-real and sen dog: *mexican yells* B-real: hora hora, quien estį… Sen dog: cómetelo! (verse 1: sen dog) Down for my barrio, enter my villa! Tha hill called thrill, drinkin’ over your area! Makin’ my queso down en […]
<intro> Pa’la salud Pa’la salud Primero yo!! Arrgh!!!! (mexican yell) Cometelo!!!!!!! <song> Aqui estoy con mi barrio listo a hacer feria, Cartel cypress hill esta en tu area, Colectando queso alla en mexico, Donde el sol quema duro y baja despacio, Tengo mis camaradas y todos tambien, Tengo una mansion en tierra que mide cien, […]
[b-real]: Who freaks the funk when the niggas wanna hit the bulnts, And feel the effects of the skunk, Ain’t no clue to what’s in my trunk, When ya wanna step up, and get done like the punk, Passin’ lumps with my hand on the pump for protection, Follow my direction, Ya caught up, in […]
[b-real] Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood Who’s up to no good, and wishes a man would Come up and give him a reason to blast on.. I wouldn’t put it past him! He’s got juice, how long will it last him? He’s gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him […]
Chorus (repeated several times): Scooby-doo, y’alllllll…. Scooby-dooby-doo, y’alllllll…. Verse 1: b-real I remember the time them niggas tried to get me (i ain’t havin’ it) Throw your hands in the air, the hill’s live and direct, see So let me put my clip in, watch this nigga start flippin’ My, why must they always be […]
Intro: (*guy toking up*) Fuckin buddha comin at’cha live Direct with the biggest, fattest joint Comin in with indo flavours Fuckin buddha comin at’cha like this ’95 Verse 1: b-real It’s friday mornin, where the weed at? Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cos i wanna get high like a […]
Verse one: It’s time i came to get mine Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine Why do the pigs come Bring your ass on Cross the line so i can get the blast on Oh shit i’m empty but i’ve got a shake to the side So don’t even tempt me […]
Ice cube I’m sick wit’ it but it’ll still take ten of y’all To take the emperor’s temperature Can i represent wit’ ya? Smokin’ hemp wit’ ya Pass the blunt from east to west Cube to krs (yes) Take it from the don Where i’m from the man of steel is made of teflon Keep […]
