I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker A lost soul, outta control, in danger Didn't have a care in the world, my feelings were numb Never showin' emotion
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders 'Cause my mic
my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks I don't wanna be the King of the Sing Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team I rhyme
Motherfucker, nahmean? Got one hit, you think you an all star baby Ha, you sure got somethin' to learn, rookie ass nigga It's the big hill baby, stand
[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
ladies and gentlemen This is your main event of the evening (PMD) Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one time PMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit Squad
la vida Me llevo la tuya, simple, no vales nada El ultimo imagen que ves, es mi cara Si quieres la bomba namas llamenme a mi Cypress Hill vive, siempre
[B-Real] On the high seas, it's the pirate With the musket At'cha head, and I'll fire it "It's the return of the Red Beard!" And Polly don't want a cracka
Make certain that no stone stands That no creature crawls I command you to let loose the last of the titans It's time to strike Let the rain pour down
tracks who abandonin' I eat you like pussy, then take a sample Then spit fire in the places you standin' in I take a fool to the hill Light a candle
like Niccoleo Sayin my name burst your mark like "Tapateo!", punk You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill
it With a steel toe, how you feel now? When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo? Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow The hill got the skill for
Hola me dicen Dedoverde (hola!) Deja te explico de donde vine En los montes donde crece la yerba Practica doctor creciendo yesca Aunque ahi estan los
liiivve? Can I live, who willin to give me applause? Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause I need
Abuse them up, usin' the nut, I?m usin' buck Fearin' of the shit, that?s covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, soul asassins, all up in the
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