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Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill


Background information
Origin South Gate, California, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Latin Rap
Rap Metal
Years active 1988—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Sony BMG Music Entertainment
Sony Music
Priority Records
Ruffhouse Records
Associated acts D12
Snoop Dogg
John Frusciante
Pearl Jam
Tom Morello
Rage Against the Machine
Soundgarden
Beastie Boys
House of Pain
Everlast
Sonic Youth
Deftones
Website Website
Members
B-Real
DJ Muggs
Eric Bobo
Sen Dog
Former members
Mellow Man Ace



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Cypress Hill Album


Stash (07/02/2002)
07/02/2002
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I be that short temper high style rhyme bringer
Life style got wild similar to rock singer

Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dream
Cypress, Assassin, SX, Latin Thug thing

Fools need to get back, I ain't really with that
Flavor of the month programmers try to dispatch

Always got the good batch, take it to the head
Got you wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead

Don't trip get a grip be strong and don't fake it
Or else you get beat down and stripped butt naked

I just kicked the lyric, straight from the spirit
You can tell I got soul first time that you hear it

Welcome to the show all come inside
So you can hear brought my style when it's amplified
You wanna party with the best say ____ the rest
'Cause we take away your stress and never settle for less
Welcome to the show all come inside
So you can hear brought my style when it's amplified
You wanna party with the best say ____ the rest
'Cause we take away your stress and never settle for less

When you chill with the Hill, keep your mouth sealed
If you rely on your skill then rely on your steal
If you have no ideal or any thoughts to bill
What you sought was real to give 'em slots to fill

Busters stop and yield but I'll daze them

Quicker than takin' a box of pills, now you gots to chill
Get cops and shields steady hawk the fields
And they're lookin' for prey, ready to stalk and kill
As I lock the will don't you mock the drill
'Cause I'll cock my steal and make you drop and spill
Got no mercy unless you top the deal
Quit talkin' nil you won't top my will bitch

Welcome to the show all come inside
So you can hear brought my style when it's amplified
You wanna party with the best say ____ the rest
'Cause we take away your stress and never settle for less
Welcome to the show all come inside
So you can hear brought my style when it's amplified
You wanna party with the best say ____ the rest
'Cause we take away your stress and never settle for less

Ain't nobody better, on that you can bet
Wanna see a dog show put your money on my set

Real MCs and real DJs, real southsiders from the heart of L.A.

Now back in the days we had big success
And it's like that now and we won't settle for less

You can't beat the LP from the new Latin Lingo
Nowadays you nothin' without a hit single

Time to get locin', put bodies in motion
Hit the stage in a rage and start up a commotion
No I ain't jokin', see my mic smokin'
I slam it like the art and make sure it's broken, broken, broken, broken, broken, broken

Yeah, Cypress Hill, Amplified remix. Fredwreck drop that sh__

Welcome to the show all come inside
So you can hear brought my style when it's amplified
You wanna party with the best say ____ the rest
'Cause we take away your stress and never settle for less
Welcome to the show all come inside
So you can hear brought my style when it's amplified
You wanna party with the best say ____ the rest
'Cause we take away your stress and never settle for less

. . .


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.
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless you come flexing that trigger
I'll dig ya that grave on the east side of town
Now your six feet underground
From man to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is!
Click clack barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out on a bang
Wa dada dang wa dada da dang

(Hook)

I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Fuckin me up in the mind.

Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls
Hoping that I fall but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket strap it
In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it
Distracted from all reality now I'm let out
On a minor technicality .... They all fucked up now
Cuz they let a nigga back on the street some how
I'm looking for some one like me
Living in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city looking at the ho with the titties
Looking at me and I feel shitty
A lil tensed up getting hot
Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm trying to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope.

(Hook)

I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside
I'm having illusions all this confusion's
Fuckin me up in the mind

. . .


Bout to mash these ______, man
Don't come in my backyard m_____ ______
Stay the fuck out, holmes
Beware of the dog ______ ______

Hear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog
Lunatic smoke a loop loose in your center

Got my eye on a money apparatus
Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it

Anyway you get ____, and I'm a grab it
Turn around stares to your face then I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin' a rabbit

Cuttin' _____z up like Muggs on the wheel
For reals, penitentiary steel

Put heads the best I'm a choke of a headlock
Faded baldheads the perms even dreadlocks

Why, grouse boy with the style
I could get file or wild or break full for awhile

Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, B of the Hill I take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall

Look look look everywhere you're gettin' shook
To the pawn takin' out the rook gone by the book

Lives get took and takin' you're pulsatin', you can't breathe
No need to look up and see me

The last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever
For the hype s___ you call the Hill put it together

Runnin' this game, bringin' the same raw ____
Over the hi___, through the city we come equipped

To the lead out, keepin' your temperature down low
What I reveal the good ____ to heal all souls

Makin' you roll late night, you trippin' my game's tight
To the new s___ I bring, never the same hype

So push that s___ up, get up, don't let up
No matter how much blood you spit up

You can never be ______ with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung

We hit hard, breakin' your guard you can't tell
When the bells ring bustin' your shell the pawns fell

Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall

Peek-a-boo you f___ you

I'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk
I'm a kill all chumps with the suicide dump

Ain't nobody came my way
Talk about the Westside of L.A.
So whatever, punk ass clique you claim
You keep pumpin' that ____ and I'm a bent your frame

'Cause I want that big time _______ studio gangsta
Poof a lot shit buildin' up the main factor

__ _____ Sen's rollin' again, remember when
We rocked shows battlin' foes the time been

Long, strong with the styles you in here to win
Like blood pourin' outta the pen

The ink stains, slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash
Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks

Smack _____z up, back _____z up, hack _____z up
Jack ______ __, hangin' the whack ______ __

Snowball effect we rollin' the city limits
Crushin' the b____ ___ ______ with all the gimmicks

Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool
Hang 'em high
Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try
Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all
Checkmate fool
Wherever the pawns fall

Checkmate fool

Checkmate fool

. . .


Freak to the funk that no one else is bringin'
Sen Dog with the funky biluingi

Yeah that's the nombre
Heard that holmie
Peace to Mellow and Frost and neca cote

Sen Dog is not a kid a veterano
I'm down, another briday's follow
One of the many of the Latins that straight I know
And I got plenty for the Jenny's Alexandro

But wait, they're clownin' on me 'cause of my language
I have to tell 'em straight up, it's called Spanglish

My hoes on the pinga the gringo
Tryin' to get paid, for the funky bilingo

Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Yeah funky bilingo
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
It's the Latin lingo

Cuarto hentro when I come in
Suckers runnin'

La mida
Another bilingo vam beaner

Then a cueno hemplo
Check the tempo
Whaaa, it's tachingonla instrumental

Yeah woofte, como somos
Yo no hotho, I got some sodos

And you can hear it in la skunkas
Tribal ceremony as the Hill gets stronger

Don't be such a liver what ya got for that cavesa
Aye holmes pass the cerveza
Before I have to go and push up on your reza
Mmmm, she's fine something freska
Ya holmes, have a hit of this yeska

Teach yo y sin yo
The lingo lo puento
Now you know, that I am in the centro

Where ya live, see the cuertes
Now I thinks you ain't shit without your quinte

Something like a skang thang
Vactos gettin' bang banged
'Cause I hung out with 'em now you're callin' me an insane

Suck it mi cara santa mi Camino
Make way for the funky bilingual

Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilinguals holmes
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
It's the Latin lingo baby
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo

What's up holmie, don't you know me
Simon, ain't you the brother of the mas pincos

Straight up and down with the rasa
The Kid Frost got my back, boo-ya in la casa

'Cause everyday things get a little crazier
As I step to the microphone area

As I comb my city burro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the callas is

Vactos waitin' on me along with the heinas
Catchin' all the swiffer when I set your one timer

So when you see me at the party or the paile
Before I got here I was gaffled in the carre

True like govacho who said I was borracho
Had an attitude tried to play me macho

Just relax, el mado mijo
Sen Dog with the funky bilingo

Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingual
Funky
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
Funky
Latin lingo baby
Funky bilingo
Funky bilingo
Funky baby

. . .


No matter what you just been through, this gotta be right. You gotta approach people, you gotta be on the up and up, everything's gotta be all good. When you see somebody, slap hands wit 'em, you know what I'm sayin'? Give 'em a pound of whatever it is, you know but you always gotta act like ain't ____ wrong. You know, when there might be twenty-million things wrong wit you but they don't know that. They just see, you know, what they see and if, if you refuse 'em an autograph, "Oh Eminem is a _____, he's a ______, well yo ____ you then

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid, growin' up
Lookin' in the mirror, dreamin' about blowin' up

The rock crowds, make money
Chill with the honeys
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
S____ funny

How impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it, nevertheless

You gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know

About the blood sweat and tears
And losin' some of your peers

And losin' some of yourself through the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy

Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
___t's deep, 48 tracks
Studio gangsta max

Signed the deal thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will 'til he crosses over, still

Fillin' your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese

You wanna be a rap superstar, in the biz
And take ____ from people who don't know what it is

I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high and some can't pay the way

Feel trapped in what you rappin' about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout

What route you took started collapsin'

No fans, no fame
No respect, no change,
No women and everybody _____ on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

When you sign to a record label, you don't know you sign your life over and these white boys don't care about you 'cause the minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga and they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga and they'll find another B-Real so you need to just keep, stack your chips up, do what you gotta do while you hot and mother ______ get out the game just just like the drug game it's even worse because in the drug game if somebody jerk you, you can _____ 'em and __ll 'em and if you in this game if somebody jerk you, you gotta be humble

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my holmies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video's gonna show me
No love, they're phony
Gotta hit the road solely
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like mony
And the press say that
My own people disown me
And the best way back

Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
You're too worried about them honeys at the Peladium

Who just wanna cling on, swing on
And so on, go on, fall off, the hoes roll on

To the next rap superstar, with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game

The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started gettin' ignored, I warned him
Assured him

This ain't easy
Take it from Reazy
Sleazy people wanna be so cheesy
They're ______ evil

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

. . .


Every nigga out there wanna be down with a crew
Some ain't gotta enough heart let me ask you

This, would you be down like a soldier
Loyal and do everything I told ya

I could mold ya into a warrior
Down for your neighborhood lookin' up to a G with the flavor

Criminal behavior on the mind
When I got your back you know I got your back each and every time

Throw your set in the air
Come on
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw it up holmes
Wave it around like you just don't care

It's time to exit that busta nigga
Get your hands out your pockets and your finger on the trigger

Let one fly we don't die we multiply
Throw your set up in the sky

Hot as you can 'cause you can't fuck with this
Nigga when I got the glock you better duck quick

'Cause I ain't havin' it
If ya got your gat you better start grabbin' it
I can handle it

Soy numbero uno mero mero
You know I run with Muggs and the Perro

Firin' up that heater
When I'm givin' up my set I got my nina millimeter

Los Scandalous, Killafornia where I'm from
Dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum

I'm bookin' on your ass now you know where I'm from
Dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum

Throw your set in the air
Come on
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw it up
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw up your hood holmes
Wave it around like you just don't care
Come come on
Throw your set in the air
Give it up
Wave it around like you just don't care

Kick that gangsta shit, come on
You gotta kick that gangsta shit, come on
You gotta kick that gangsta shit, come on
You gotta kick that gangsta shit
What, what

Let me take ya to the dark side of the moon
Tell Momma that you won't be comin' home any time soon

'Cause I got ya under my thumb nigga what set you claimin'
Better be the same set I'm claimin'

Take it like a brown count
Listen my home soldiers when I'm chillin' on the east side of town

And it won't stop 'til I'm done
Dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum

Throw your set in the air
Come on
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw it up
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Throw your hood up
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air
Give it up
Wave it around like you just don't care

. . .


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