How I Could Just Kill A Man
Album: Cypress Hill Group: Cypress Hill 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
HAND ON THE PUMP
Album: Cypress Hill Group: Cypress Hill Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat, on my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that. Sendin' off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha, running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha. Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide, you talkin shit, try to take me for a ride. I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel one, finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel. Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-yaa, you're stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun. Here I come son, yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little faster, second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya With my Chorus: Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump, left hand on a forty, [puffin on a blunt] Pumped my shotgun, [niggaz didn't jump] Lala la la lala la laaaaa... Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program. Ain't takin shit from you, him or no man. Master mind maniac and a menace soooo, how they want to pass sentence. All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger, he missed, so now the nigga's pissed. Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point your fuckin' car to get pulled, now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle and I'm handin' out beatdowns. I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle and I'm handin' out beatdowns [get your face down!] Put me in chains, try to beat my brains I can get out, but the grudge remains. When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna getcha Fucking do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa! Chorus Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit, take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with, cuz I'm the chill one, known to get ill one, they stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one. Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle and they got me on lock down. Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle and they got me on lock down. Hit me like a nigga who done lost his mind cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish. Some say life is a bitch, ask that punk who dug his own ditch out for the Hill fuckin' up at a party. Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body. Lala la la lala la laaa Look at all of those funeral cars, cause I'ma Chorus
HOLE IN THE HEAD
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
[Sen Dog] Gangster Red, whassup yo?
[Gst Red] 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 head (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 way, 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's thinkin "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 2X
[Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up
This is hell boy
[Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang
[Sen Dog] What side is that Red?
[B-Real Can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it
ULTRAVIOLET DREAMS
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
Ultraviolet dreams
Take a hit of that stuff
Ultraviolet dreams
That's some good shit man!
Stuff should light now
Oh that shit's good man!
Ultraviolet dreams
It's like the biggest joint man
(Oh no!)
That's the hook up!
Ultraviolet dreams
Hook up, this is!
(Pass that shit homey)
Pass it around
(That stuff right there)
Ultraviolet dreams
Orderly, hey I'm holdin it
Let me see that
Ultraviolet dreams
That's some good shit man!
God damn!
Feed me
That's some good shit
(inhales, exhales)
LIGHT ANOTHER
Album: Cypress Hill Transcribed by: Fruitcake(Dugg)
Group: Cpyress Hill
Are you ready?
Yo! Like it wet when they turn me like a bootah,
You stay on the joint,
But you can call me hoota.
Computer. Visit to boot your scissors,
Cut me up and smoke and roll me out like a blizzard.
Twirlin' ya' cells up,
Don't stop to swella' (SWOLLOW)
Ya' pipes getting' clouded,
Yo. Just forget 'bout it.
Me. It's potent,
So bring an opponent.
You can suck on it,
Shit, I know you wanted it.
Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high. Huh brother.
B-Real, light another.
I smoke tha',
Then I roll the cigarette.
How could you figure?
Or even consider that.
I'm a weak seed,
No. I'm humble weed.
I feed what you need.
Here, spliff this tweeta.
Acting kinda' stylee,
How do you smell it?
Take a hit from Ali,
New York intto Phili.
Here's some fine gene,
Some to smoke ya' led out.
Now do you Lili think you could take the red out.
Chorus
B-Real, light another.
Spliff higher.
Get on fire.
Why ya' wanna turn off the fire.
You can get you higher.
When you turn me off then.
KKCCHHFFKKCCHHFF
Hey, yo. Pussy stop coffin'.
Ya' wastin tha lingo,
Soon all the sets gone.
We'll take this brownie rhyme,
For you to snack on.
Any way you have it
You'll love me like Mary Jane.
Or a 40 to the head,
Like my brother Kenny Waye.
You need to inhale,
Musical paraffin.
Yes musical. Muggs fits the train.
Ahh. Just like a hit,
Brain cells get lit.
But I'm the joint you can't grip.
With ya' finga,
I'II start to sting ya'
So just hear my words linger.
Chorus
Yo Muggs, light another.
Put me in a bamboo,
With just a tape deck.
Live the white brother,
Rewind the cassette.
Was it because it was funky,
That you loves it. (YEAH MAN)
Here's another lyrical puffit.
Don't choke up,
The hemp or croke up.
Wait for blow to smoke up,
Hold it till I get off.
Or turn off the fat joint.
Wanna' hit that joint.
Here is the flat point,
Arriving at that point.
I'm the high time.
You get to my rhyme.
Suk on the pipeline,
Sit back and recline.
You gotta suk on it.
The fatty. So cum on.
Chorus
Repeat to fade
THE PHUNCKY FEEL ONE
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen
Bout ready to get down?
(repeat 2x)
Ladies and gentlemen
Verse One: B-Real
Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them
Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been
On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin
Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'
Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode
Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit
Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket
Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky
Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town
You got to relax, we got to kick back
Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack
As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook
Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black
Chorus: B-Real
Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real
Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop
Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest
Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard
It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you
With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand
Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man
With the greater lyric, if you can spare it
Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit
So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black
Chorus
Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog
Standin on the corner, close to the real estate
Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate
Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take
Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight
There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght
Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed
Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker
But that's another story black
Chorus: (together)
STONED IS THE WAY OF THE WALK
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
(Chorus)
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Verse 1 ( B-real)
Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
Some think I'm a criminal,
But, yo I ain't all of that,
Hit'cha with the baseball bat,
An' ya wanna ill though,
Wanna mess around ,
You get fucked on the hill bro,
Kick it like a steel toe, real slow,
Hits from the bong ,
Make me feel like Cheech,
And I'm kickin' it wit' Chong,
Just like Cheech & Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream",
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They wanna Rodney King me,
Always tryin'a crown my ass,
Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class)
I hit they' ass like the buddah thats stinkey,
They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky,
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk,
Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt,
Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo,
somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
Binggin the beta,yea, now the funk is risen,
Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen,
As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness,
Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco,
I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy,
Used to sell me buddha outta fucked up little baggies,
Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money,
She said "Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie"
Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna,
Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her,
Deminin', Ya think ya meanin',
I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on,
I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville,
Then light another joint,
This ain't no exploition (poin't),
Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas,
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
Stoned is the way of the walk
(Sen- Dog)
Hit they, hit they ass,
(B-Real)
make the buddah get stinkey
Wooooo, Woooo
(Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight,Huhu, Blast 'em!)
LATIN LINGO
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
("Bad, let's start the fuckin show, ah?")
[Sen Dog]
Freak to the funk that no-one else is bringing
Sen Dog with the funky bilenge
Yeah that's the nombre, heard the homey
Peace to Mellow and Frost, and the deporte
Sen Dog is not kid from the Telano
I'm down, another fried hispano
One of the many of the latin deseyano [de-say-ahnyo]
And I got plenty for the Jennies tryin to hound dog
But wait, they're clownin on me cause of my language
I have to tell em straight up, it's called spanglish
Now who's on the fiend, gala gringo
Tryin to get paid, from the funky bilingual
Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Yeah, funky bilingual!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
It's the latin lingo!
[Sen Dog]
From the entro, when I come in, suckers fronted
They mida, another bilingual from bein a
banga, como ejemplo, check the tempo
Ahh, it's that chingonla instrumental
Ya no usted, como somos
Yo no jovo, I gots the soul dose
And you can hear it, in las skonkas
Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger
Don't be such a leper what chupa la cabeza
Hey homes, pass the cervaza
Before I have to go and push up on your resa
Hmm, she's fine, son que fresca
Here homes have a hit of this yesca
Deep yo enseno [en-senyo] the lingua la prento
Now you know, that I am in the centro
Where you live, si tu puedes
Nowadays you ain't shit without your puentes
Something like it's gangbang, vatos get it BANG BANG
Could of hung out with them now you callin me a insane
Senta la mi cado, senta mi conmigo
Make way, for the the funky bilingual
Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Funky bilinguals hoe!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
It's the latin lingo, baby!
Latin lingo baby (funky bilingual) funky bilingual
Funky bilingual...
Some of that old Latin funk, knowhatI'msayin?
[Sen Dog]
(What's up homey? Don't you know me?) Si mon
(Ain't you the brother of the mas pingo?) Straight up
And I'm down with La Raza
Kid Frost got my back, BOO-YAA! in la casa
Cause everyday things get a little crazier
As I step to the microphone area
First I claim my city, pudo los angeles [an-heles]
Yeah (you know homes) that's where the calles is
Vato wouldn't know me, along with the heinas
Catchin all them slippin, for they such a one-timer
So when you see me at the party or the baile
Before I got here I was gaffled in the calle
Troop like a vacho who said I was baracho
Had an attitude, tried to play me macho
Just relax, calmado mijo
Sen Dog with the funky bilingual
Chorus: B-Real and Sen Dog
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual
Latin lingo baby, funky bilingual
Funky bilingual... funky baby!
Yeah, I'd like to send peace, to my homeboy B-Real
Mellow Man Ace, Kid Frost, Ralph M the Mexican
And we're out
TRES EQUIS
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina
Tremendos cocos y tambien es linda
A esta me la cojo, en la cosina
Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga
Yo le dije, dame tu bollo
Me dice negro loco, tu no hueles mi rollo
A mi me importa, un carajo
A mi cuarto a meterte un palo
Por tu culo, o por tu chocha
Ya tu sabes que no me importa
Y ella me dice sedencito
Yo pienso que eres bien rico
Cuando me toca por mi frente
Ya tu me tienes bien caliente
Cuando me toca por de atras
Ya tu sabes sin parar
Acabe de zingar y me levante
Fui al bano y me bane
Sali del cuarto y me esperaba
Con los ojos negros y bonita cara
Me pongo mi camisa y mi pantalon
Sonrie y me dice, negro sedenton
"Estaba fina. Esta muchacha estaba chanpira. Cuando se lo meti, Cuando
se lo meti. Grito papi! Estaba del carajo brother. Olvidate olvidate.
Nunca habia zingado yo como zinge esa ves. Estaba fina"
BORN TO GET BUSY
Album: Cypress Hill
Group: Cypress Hill
[Cypress] Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 2X
[Sen Dog]
I'm the the stiff and I do get nice-r
Up the pussy when we in the same party, what
We can do this bro, we can't be maxin
The figures is useless, unless we're taxin
This is a perfection and my tribe's the cash dump
Known as a musician, imitator act up
Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task
And I set out from the beginning, to kick on the scratch
Using modern technique, I place a beat in a rap
I went to learn acquire knowledge of a scholar went to college, all
Comes very handy when it comes to pushin shovin and stuff
Then ask who is he though, I'm not the sissy
I'm stiff to neutral brother, and I'm born to get busy
[B-Real]
Let us start to freak you and we'll make you feel alright
When you come to Cypress Hill make sure that you're down with the tribe
Cause we're born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby -- 3X
B-b-b-b-busy!
(Yeaaaahhhaaaahaha, yeah!)
[Sen Dog]
As I stroll the ever ways of the buddha masters
As I smoke my joint I feel one with the earth
But a brother like me keeps on walkin to get to the
next sign then blaze the next joint...
(short pause, then outro comes on over "Stoned" instrumental)
The, physical effects of marijuana
The first sensations may be felt instantly after having smoked grass
or an hour after having eaten
Usually, they creep slowly into this stoned condition
Inch by inch, sliding upward, but to beatnik
The effects may come upon you, suddenly, and startle you full force
(The, physical effects of marijuana)
(There are four basic types of marijuana)
Pyschologically, sometimes the early psychological stages
coincide with the early physical stages experienced while stoned
The famous "mind expansion" comes after the famous physical sensation
Grass, heightens and distorts
For example, profound revelations
You may THINK you have profound revelations, only to discover...
(music and fade obscure final words)
