Cypress Hill Album

Artist(s): Cypress Hill

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Tracklist

Pigs

length: 2:51
writer: Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood,
Well this pig worked at the station.
This pig he killed my Homeboy,
So the ****in' pig went on a vacation.

This pig he is the chief,
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley.
He's got a son that'a 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 ****in' ***,
So all his homepigs they call him a *****.

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 ************s out robbin' your home.

This pig he's a big punk,
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me.
'cause 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.

'cause once he gets to the Pen,
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest.
To protect him from some mad *****,
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?
*****s want to do him in the ***,
Just ta pay his *** back, so they're standin' in line.

That ****in' 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?

How I Could Just Kill a Man

length: 4:08
producer: DJ Muggs
writer: Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud, Sen Dog
"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm
sayin'?And it goes like this"

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah
Of the funky Buddha
Eluder
Of your ****ed-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 putos
Acting kind of loco
I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals

[Chorus: x2]
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 ****
Yo, because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time ****in' 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 gatt 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

[Chorus: x2]

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 gatt 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 duck it
Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "**** it!"

[Chorus: x2]

Here is something you can't understand

"All I wanted was a Pepsi!"

"What does it all mean?"

Hand on the Pump

length: 4:04
Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat
On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that
Sending off buck shots for I'm gonna wet ya
Running hard, but I'm still coming to get ya
Thinking like a peace smoke, coming on a homicide
You talking ****, 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
Letting 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, (*****s didn't jump)

Coming at you like a stiff blow, ****ing up your program
Ain't taking **** from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace so
How they want to pass sentence
All because a ***** tried to play me on the trigger
He missed, so now the *****'s pissed
Rude and crude like a pitbull, get to the point
Your ****ing car to get pulled, now
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing out beat downs
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handing out beat downs (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 ***, I'm gonna getcha
****ing do ya, shotgun go boo-yaa!

(Chorus)

Kickin that funky Cypress Hill ****
Take a lot of mental for the blunted to chill with,
'cause 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 ***** who done lost his mind
Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a *****
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Out for the Hill ****in 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

length: 3:34
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing

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 looking at, you trying to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
(Boo-yaa!) Spitting out buckshots
Homey say blood clat, 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]
A hole in your head
A hole in your ****ing head A ****ing 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 **********in head
Huh! In your head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head

Eight barrel pumping, system thumping
See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in
I stop to cop, here let me tell you something
Me and you, bruca, we should be humping
Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag
But there's vato's rolling out, and they're sticking up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?
It's on, he sees him reaching 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 thinking oh lordy lordy!
Pushing on the button, panicking for nothing
Pigs on the way, hey yo I smells bacon
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner
And he hits the ****ing alley like his homes was Pop Warner
Still had the forty, coming at the alley
Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink
In the black and white thinking he's gonna check him right
Wrong, haha, it's gonna be on
That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187)
A to the **********ing K! (You know whats up Sen)
Get your *** 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

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 ***
And by the way, you get

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up
This is hell boy
It's a Tribe thing, straight up! It's a Tribe thing
What side is that Red?
Can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it

Ultraviolet Dreams

length: 0:42
Ultraviolet dreams
Take a hit of that stuff
Ultraviolet dreams
That's some good **** man!
Stuff should light now
Oh that ****'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 **** homey)
Pass it around
(That stuff right there)
Ultraviolet dreams
Orderly, hey I'm holding it
Let me see that
Ultraviolet dreams
That's some good **** man!
God damn!
Feed me
That's some good ****

Light Another

length: 3:18
[B-Real]
Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the Buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard
Dwelling your cells up, lungs start to swell up
Your pipe's getting crowded, yo just forget about it
Me, is potent, so bring an opponent
You could suck on it, **** I know you wanted to

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Want to feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another

[B-Real]
I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette
How could you figure, or even, consider that
I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed
?, hash spliff this tweed
Acting type of styling, how do you spell it
Take a hit from outta New York into Phillie
Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out
Now do you really think you can take the red out and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Want to feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another

[B-Real]
Spliff, hey yo, ?, vaya
Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire
You can't get higher, when you turn me off and
Hey yo, ***** stop coughing
You're wasting the lingo, soon all the sack's gone
He'll take this bounty rhyme for you to stack on
Anyway you have it, you love me like Mary Jane
Or a 40 to the head, like my brother Kenny Wayne
You need to inhale, musical paraphen'
Yes musical, Muggs fixed the trend
Just like a head
Brain cells get lit, but I'm the joint you can't grip
Through, your finger, I'll start to sting ya
So just hear my words linger and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Want to feel the effects of the high, brother?
Yo Muggs, light another!

[B-Real]
Put me in the bamboo, with just a tape deck
? like brother, rewinds the cassette
Was it, because it's funky that ya loves it?
(Yeah man) Here's another lyric, go puff it
Don't choke off, the hype or croak off
When you blow the smoke off, hold until I get off
Or turn off the fat joint, want to hit that joint
Here is the flat point, I rob it at gun point
I'm, the High Times, you get through my rhymes
Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline
You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and

Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Want to feel the effects of the high, brother?
I'll just, light another

[Cypress Hill]
Feel the effects of the high
I know you feel the effects of the high
Want to feel the effects of the high, brother?
Yo, light another

You want to feel the effects of the high?
You want to feel the effects of the high?
Want to feel the effects of the high, brother?
Hey yo, light another

You want to feel the effects of the high?
Can you feel the effects of the high? Can you feel it?
I feel the effects of the high, yo can you feel it?
Yo light that ************ up man
I know you feel it

The Phuncky Feel One

length: 3:29
[Repeat: x2]
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen
Bout ready to get down?

Ladies and gentlemen

Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One
Cypress Hill has come, any quest just ask them
Cause we are answering, any brothers that've been
On the **** swinging, and straight gathering
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]
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

Night in a stiff block, hanging up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop
Cause I'm down with Cypress, illing well I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest
Flier than the other broad, working off the pitched rod
Isn't that odd, instead of saying my ****'s hard
It's not about knocking you, do you feel like clocking loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clocking 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 *** 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]

Standing on the corner, close to the real estate
Clones they really pull sticking 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 switching 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 bucking heads tonight
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 **** from back down
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker
But that's another story black

[Chorus]

Break It Up

length: 1:08
[Repeats]
Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill!

Real Estate

length: 3:46
[B-Real]
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
Cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
All these ************s that want to run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This **** is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!

[B-Real]
This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishing, fishing you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
Was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
Of a minor ?
All for 47, swung ? eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a ***** and went to heaven
Weak ducks, ducking and bucking
Saying **** it, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk ****
Suckers, you're nothing, ? like a jock ?
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Oh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Another soft ***** ************
Another fly verse
Straight from the deficit
Another scripture of be -Real
Yeah, get funky, Real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
You know what I'm saying? Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-be -boyment
I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
Everything you know, still you can't do no
Damage or duel though hey yo, cause our crew now
The Real is the ?, sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers
I ain't nothing like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic
Oh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Yo I told you to keep down brother
The ************s just don't learn nothing G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep going back to the old school
So they keep going out
Cause they're just not Real
Ha yeah that's right fool

[B-Real]
Yes the master pass, kick your ***
And feel combustion, for the dope blast
Cause you're stepping on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

[Sen Dog]
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate

Stoned Is the Way of the Walk

length: 2:47
[Chorus]
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Stoned is the way of the Walk,

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 ya with the baseball bat,
An' ya want to ill though,
Want to mess around ,
You get ****ed 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 and 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 want to Rodney King me,
Always tryin'a crown my ***,
Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class)
I hit they' *** like the buddah that's stinkey,
They want to' 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 buddah outta ****ed up little,
Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money,
She said "Pay me back with some latin **** 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 walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
(Sen- Dog)
Hit they, hit they ***,
(B-Real)
Make the Buddha get stinkey
(Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight,
Huhu, Blast 'em!)
Stonend is the walk

Psycobetabuckdown

[B-Real]
I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto - bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of Psycho, cut you like Michael
Halloween+ character, or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb-*** bastard
See you need the day-ta *, better I say data
You're looking at the Tribe, and you're a hater
Coming from inside, means I come better
Or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
Head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket, I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
Mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown! Huh!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's getting bucked down

[B-Real]
See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal
Rapid-fire petal, funk is makin me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, so here son ?
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Broads swinging off my **** like a chimp, simping
So what's the story - you come looking for me?
Better just scatter, or you're getting leaded
I'm the one who said it, boy it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
Cause I'm The Phuncky Feel One, making you get real loose
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalog
From what you want me to select
Different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
In the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
Hey man, get the **** off the 'caine bruh!
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're running from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin bucked down

[B-Real]
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo where's the hooda?
Funky, yeah
I don't like that crazy **** man..

Something for the Blunted

length: 1:16
This is something for the blunted

Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva everybody
CHIVA
Somebody say chiva



Latin Lingo

length: 3:59
[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 lating deseyano (de-say-ahnyo)
And I got plenty for the Jennies trying to hound dog

But wait, they're clowning 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
Trying to get paid, from the funky bilingual

[Chorus]
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

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

She's fine, son que fresca
Here homes have a hit of this yesca
Deep yo enseno the lingua la prento
Now you know, that I am in the centro

Where you live, si tu puedes
Nowadays you ain't **** 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

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, know what I'm saying?

[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-ya! 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
Catching all them slipping, 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

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 be -Real
Mellow Man Ace, Kid Frost, Ralph M the Mexican
And we're out

The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

length: 4:02
[B-Real]
I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feeling it (The Funky Cypress Hill ****!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talking bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
For you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my ****, bite it
There's nothing you can do about the real one
It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm The Phuncky Feel One
Sen'll Psycobeta, blast ya if he hasta
Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Striking ya (hitting ya) bucking ya (****ing ya)
Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep plucking ya
Picking ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talking about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill ****

[Chorus]
The Funky Cypress Hill ****! [Repeat: x4]

[B-Real]
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juice-less
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How bout this mug kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feeling, the chemicals vibing
Are you realizing, that, it's getting better?
Surprising you, whether or not, your ****'s together
From the high-pitched levels (coming from my rebels)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
Ingredients, getting that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
(Yeah I'm still coming at ya, but you don't need to duck down
Cause this is something different than a Psychobetabuckdown!)

[Chorus]

Kick that **** B-Real!

[B-Real]
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(to get you all jazzed) from here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin (?)
(?) it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin up a list
So you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
If you get too much, and roll it too straight
Yo it's a fatal blow, something like a ?
Yeah it'll sting ya, (?)
See ya, I'm on it, something for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smoking the Buddha Thai
Lungs expanding and now you're feeling it
Yeah, the funky cypress hill ****!

[Chorus]

Tres equis

length: 1:55
composer: Larry Muggerud, Sen Dog
Conozco una muchacha why ella es fina
Tremendos cocos why tambien ella es linda
A veces me la cojo en la cocina
Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga
Yo le dije dame tu bollo
Me dice negro loco tu no eres mi novio
A mi me importa un carajo
A mi cuarto meterte un palo
Por tu culo o por tu chocha
why ya tu sabes que no me importa
why ella me dice suavesito
Yo pienso que tu eres bien rico
Cuando me toca por mi frente
Ya tu me tienes bien caliente
why cuando me tocas por detras
Ya tu sabes sin parar
Acabe de singar why me levante
Fui al bano why me ban~e
Sali del cuarto why me esperaba
Con los ojos negros why bonita cara
Pongo mi camisa why mi pantalon
Se ria why me dice, "Negro sendenton"

Estaba fina
Esta muchacha estaba tan pinga
Hay! cuando se lo meti
Cuando se lo meti, grito, "papppi"
Estaba del carajo brother
No olvidate olvidate
Nunca habia singao yo como singue esa vez
Estaba fina

Born to Get Busy

length: 3:01
[Cypress Hill]
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby

[Sen Dog]
I'm the the stiff and I do get nice-are
Up the ***** 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
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Born to get busy, born to get busy baby
Be, be, be, be busy
(Yeah, 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

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)
Psychologically, 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