You started this Don't you recall You know who's fault it is Little miss know it All Is fair in love and war I keep on giving keep on giving But you
Moms stop telling your daughters We're gonna break their hearts Take a step back, before i break your neck Just leave us alone, You're just pissed cause
Hey Girl, I know what You're thinking He smiles outside But his knees are weak And It's Obvious That You're on to us He's Too Young to know Any Better
Ahh Other Other, 'ther A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace Achieve
delivered in a format perfect for lounge-rooms, backyards, BBQ's, cafes, road trips and parties all over the world. This is music which defies definition
-bye saying don't you cry i'll be back again someday thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump, look at frosty go thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump, over the hills
oh oh bling And I got two twin cutles's interior gator I call em' Now and Later 'cuz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other
Headin' for the east where my enemies hound me They wanna hang me for high treason and chivalry And for many other reasons Wanted dead, and a handsome reward for any motherfucker who delivers my head
no real shit, nigga 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
staring I started to fantasize with her Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya Even if I moved to the other side of the party I had pictures in my head
camp all left the crib Man, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I'd still be up Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree
all throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads
, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learned how to Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head
the breeze (? ), like that kid who made "i-ight" But men took mad dominion, over men Hard bondage with backs and, knees that must bend But only in prayer, I make your head
hitman Howie tee a royal crown On his head or his noggin' I don't how be loggin' Or the simple sounds you hear in your walkman when joggin' Or toboggan down the hill
[Featuring Mase, DMX] [Sheek] Yo Hey yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers And Condominiums over-looking our drug capers New York
