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3 lil' putos

"Live and direct"

One little two little three little putos
Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
Taking no shit when push comes to shove
'Cause the niggas showed me no love

[Verse One]
My first mission
Running through the hood with small jacks
My memories popping in my head recall that
Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views
The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
The other four homies on the scene with cocktails

(B-Real)
I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses
for the trivial things and the pain life induces
Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid
it's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them
Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles
some of us out - he used to think we were invincible
on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual

Треклист:
01 - I Wanna Get High
02 - I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That
03 - Insane In The Brain
04 - When The Shit Goes Down
05 - Lick a Shot
06 - Cock The Hammer
07 - Lock Down

[wyclef] refugee camp, with cypress hill
[b-real] yo, bringin it on
[wyclef] cubans meet the haitians
Perfect combination, check it

Verse one: wyclef, b-real

[wyclef] you say guns

Born To Get Busy

[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

[B-Real]
Well here's a little story I got to tell
About a thugged out homey I know so well
It started way back, when I was a teen
In the hood, on the corner, slanging dope to fiends
Had the little stash that could serve your need
You can do what you want but I got weed for me
Riding for my fam, trying to hit a grand

(B-Real)
I slay punks who don't know their own identity
You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten
You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew

(So whatever he decided to do, he was going to do it well)
(He always wanted to do better than anyone else, always)
Who's the champion? (we are)
We the champion (the one)
I the champion (with the champion sound)
Who's the champion? (we are)
We the champion (the one)
I the champion (with the champion sound)

[B-Real]
I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me
Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily
Enemies wanted to face off, grip the fingers threaten me
But I ain't goin' out grip and sit firm and readily
I'm a child of the wild west keepin' you guessin' constantly
Usin' this lumen and y'all don't know how to respond to me
It's simple, keep ya mouth shut I don't care what ya want from me

Clash Of The Titans

Zeus: "Make certain that no stone stands
That no creature crawls
I command you to let lose the last of the Titans"

"It's time to strike!"

I'm a chicken hawk (On a chicken-hunt), huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-ass victim(punk that's tweakin')
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones (cones)
Split the seed and grow you like clones

I'm a chicken hawk (On a chicken-hunt), huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-ass victim(punk that's tweakin')
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones (cones)
Split the seed and grow you like clones

[Verse 1]
I do it to ya all like in your earhole, cuz
I'ma "Goodfella" just like Deniro, punk
I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh
I get your woman off like Robbie Shapiro, what
You want jellyroll son, I'm a hero, oh
You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then
You say you hate me but you follow my carrer though huh

[B-Real]
Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)

Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate

[B-Real]
Uh, uh, yeah..
Do you know who I am? (3x)

[B-Real]
I'm in a deep yo
Peep though
Things are on the fallout

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

This sure is, I got that-a old crazy shit
From round the corner you know
The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit
But anyway you over there singin' some shit
Talkin' 'bout everybody must get stoned
I don't know but that shit sounds good to me

Hit the joint, up the bomb, take a puff

Feature Presentation
ft. Barron Ricks & Chace Infinite

[Barron Ricks]
My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous
for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers
Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous
Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions

[B-Real]

Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out

Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls

Of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear

Imma do my thing, let me tell you right now
Cuz I don’t know any other way of living my life now
Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble
Some of you hustle and some of you just lookin’ for trouble
I don’t follow or lead
Tomorrows a dream
Pray to god (?) the sorrow I’ve seen
You want out of here?

uh..uh...yeah....
These voices up in my head...

All these voices up in my head
Makin me dread, when I sleep at night
Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight
Visons are changin, engagin, and ragin', I'm in a stage and a fight
Listen, the system is pissin' me off, you wanna feel my pipe

Треклист:
01 - How I Could Just Kill A Man
02 - Hand On The Pump
03 - Latin Lingo
04 - Insane In The Brain
05 - Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That
06 - Throw Your Set In The Air
07 - Dr. Greenthumb

[B-Real]
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash: don't litter
You got the jitters the hardhitters
No quitters your soul quivers
When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now

Dont be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like ? stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi nia
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Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong

Pick it, pack it,
Fire it up, Come along,
And take a hit from the bong,

Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong

Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second

Intro:

It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things
YouknowhatI'msayin?
And it goes like thisss...

Hey don't miss out on what you're passing,
you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah,

Lets kick it ese

Commin out da slums!!!

Its da hoodlums

Im pullin my gat out on all you bums

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 that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness

(feat. Shaq)

[Shag]
Gimmie that beat, bitch! ([vocal sample:] "We Are At War")
Ding Ding Muthafucka
It's round two
I got my lunch and my dinner fool
You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God dam why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck em and feed em cuz I don't need em
I won't join em if I can beat em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat to my money and I'm hook on chronic.

Hay mucha gente que me dice
Que no valgo madre y no voy hacer
Nada porque me
critican
Ahora tengo feria y ellos me envidian
Chingan y piden siempre me siguen
Y al
mismo tiempo me dicen:

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God dam why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck em and feed em cuz I don't need em
I won't join em if I can beat em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat to my money and I'm hook on chronic.

INTRO:
Who you tryin to get crazy with, ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?


[B-Real]
Put the one on the flame, boiling temper
Just toss that ham in the frying pan, like spam

INTRO:
Who you tryin to get crazy with, ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?

[B-Real]
Put the one on the flame, boiling temper
Just toss that ham in the frying pan, like spam
Get done when I come and slam

You don't know no real shit, nigga. it's the real shit!
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

91 Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan

[Bobo]
Once again
We're back
It's the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is

[Beat fades in]
[5x] Whoop

"Latin Lingo"

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

"Legalize It"

{Marijuana plant is a hemp plant
It's used for many other things than just smokin'
One acre of hemp produces four times as much paper than an acre of trees}

Legalize it
Legalize it

Attention all personnel
The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"

"The world's famous
The world's famous
Cypress, Cypress Hill

Para ese que se hace, pero nunca gana
Tira ese jamon en la pala
Y gana como rana, rana, estoy en la pista
Me siento como el hijo que conquista
No me hagas romperte fuerte
La silla me tiene como General Electric
Y las luces brillando, estoy pensando
No es lo mismo cuando estoy tomando

Cypress Hill - Los Grandes Exitos En Espanol. 1999

Tracklist:
01. Yo Quiero Fumar (I Wanna Get High)
02. Loco En El Coco (Insane In The Brain)
03. No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill A Man)
04. Dr.Dedoverde (Dr.Greenthumb)
05. Latino Lingo (Latin Lingo)

Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street
We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der)
So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities
of
the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name
of
charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of
darkness,
for he is truly his brother`s keeper and the finder of lost children.
And

[Intro: Sen Dog]
... y que cabron... me vale... a huevo...
Tonces pues, pa mi clicka digo
La pura Cypress Hill clicka familia, pa que sebas
Muero por mi clicka, me vale madre...
Sabes que? es mi vale y mi sangre
Por eso por siempre puro Cypress Locotes
Pa que sepas...!!

[B-Real]
Para ese que se hace, pero nunca gana
Tira ese jamón en la pala
Y gana como rana, rana, estoy en la pista
Me siento como el hijo que conquista
No me hagas romperte fuerte
La silla me tiene como General Electric
Y las luces brillando, estoy pensando

As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back
Even before I started blazing the chronic sack
I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid
Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did
I was at unimpressionable age through a faze
An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage
Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds
Hanging over my head being wicked and loud

[Ives Irie]
Es la vida, quatro vente pistos pointed
Botella empty first ten rows annointed
The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed
Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed
Check in with Ives catch me squintin know why
I came be let my word fly keep the gleam in your eye (ha!)
Con mucho drum roll on time let the horn blow

[Chorus 2X]
You never know
I just might die tonight so lets get hight tonight
Might try to fight, some mothers cry tonight
Cig in my right hand cause you hold tight to life
But you ain't a bright man

[Verse One]

[sen dog]
Esto es un poquito del poder del grupo cypress hill
Sabes lo que te digo? te voy a dar un poquito sabor
Y empiezaaaaa assii!!...

[b-real]
Hey corre ese, borrate
Por que viene la hoota, siempre carga fusca

(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man

You better untie me from this chair nigga
You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
Do you know who the fuck I am?)

{*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*}

"Pass The Dutch"
(feat. Evidence, The Alchemist)

Do you want to get high?
(YEAH ! ....)

(Put it in the air...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side

’...boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. suspects
Are seen climbing out of both windows. male hispanic, and a possible male
Black. they have their vehic’ er van parked outside...’

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

Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna come and chat
That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow
A hollow point shell's hard to swallow
Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip
And before I bring ya ass on, what chu gonna do

Chorus:
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, You're in charge.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up

Break that shit off nigga

Look at all the M.C.'s trying to get down
But all you get is a peeled back dome cap
I'm not the one to be having that shit
All these punk niggas better bow down and submit

Niggas don't know how to keep it real

B-Real talking]
Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin'
What's hot
Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up
Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight

[Chorus: B-Real]

blazin up on them indo, for my, khmai empire to ride
spit my rhyme about my life on this M.I.C. tonight
rippin through this show you know
til all of your speakers blow
bass stickin up so high like me
we need time to smoke the seed [repeat]

blazin up on this buddha leaves

[Sen Dog]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Once again, ha ha ha
We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[B-Real]
Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips
Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes

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

1 for trouble, 8 for the road,
7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load,
Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk,
I got'cha, thumpin' so hard,
Up and down the blvd.,
I'm a natrual-born cap-peela', strapped illa,
I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala',
Get'cha fix of the uncut funk,

[Verse One: B-Real]
As a kid, I was known, son of a thug
Snub-nosed .38 in the glove, who can relate with us?
Never had an easy life, shit's way out
Clips spray out, fools pay out or play out
Any scenario, been there, done that
Gone where some of y'all niggaz, couldn't come back
Been through the hottest parts of hell

[B Real]:
I neva rapped on an R&B record and I neva will
I got these phoney muthafuckas talk about lets keep it real
But they don't know how to take they own advisement
Going out do it solo on an advertisement comecializing
Fuckin' sell out nigga this is hip hop not fasion
Get the hell out
I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas

I’am loaded like a shotgun
Got one under my coat
It’s late night no stage fright
I’am going for broke while I’m hittin my smoke
I’am contemplatin’ how to hit em hard hit em fast
Get away it’s all she wrote
It’s a heatbreaking habit
When you gotta have it

I'm at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites,
I'm destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life,
I'm under pressure but the time is right,
For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night,
I'm searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise,
And my neighbours are looking at me with hate in their eyes,
Quad and tea, the streets filled with death and lies,
Was set up to die but we plant seeds to rise,

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 estб...
Sen Dog: Cуmetelo!

Pa'la Salud
Pa'la Salud
Primero Yo!!
ARRGH!!!! (Mexican Yell)

Cometelo!!!!!!!

Aqui estoy con mi barrio listo a hacer feria,

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker
Tequila spice, hot nice
Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine

Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen
Bout ready to get down?
(repeat 2x)

Ladies and gentlemen

Verse One: B-Real

Every nigga out there wanna be down with the crew
Some ain't got enough heart let me ask you this
Would ya be down like a soldier
Loyal, and do everything I told ya
I can mold ya into a warrior
Down for your neighborhood
Workin up to a G with the flava
Criminal behavior, on the mind

Till Death Do Us Part

[B-Real]
How many times have we been thru this
I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist
We go way back and you held me down
Helped my feet moving on the ground
No matter what situation ocasion

[B-Real]
You can't hide from the man with the master plan
Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man"
Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn
Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan
You crossed line, time for the light to blind
You can run but I never be far behind
You never know when it's gonna come, paranoid

What U Want From Me

(B-Real)
Huh, what you want?
What you want?
Want you want from me?
Tell me what, tell me what
Want you want from me, huh?

Let's go

[B-Real]
I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn't wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips

Let's go

[B-Real]
I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn't wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya ass on,kickin dust on ya head as tha gatt busts

Goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
Goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down

Livin' on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin' around nine deuce Cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat

Goin down, goin down
Goin down, goin down
Goin down, goin down
Goin down, goin down

(B-Real)
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin around nine deuce Cadillac

Yo quiero fumar... mota

(B-Real)
Mucha gente me decia, que yo no podia
Fumar marijuana por la policia
Me vale madre el humo que hay por todo el aire
Si tu quieres que me toque pues caele
Soy el grifo mas escandaloso

INTRO:
Who you tryin to get crazy with, ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?

[B-Real]
Put the one on the flame, boiling temper
Just toss that ham in the frying pan, like spam
Get done when I come and slam