CYPRESS HILL - Hole In The Head lyrics
rate me[sen dog] gangster red, whassup yo? <br>[gst red] it's a tribe thang<br><br>Verse one: b-real<br><br>Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente<br>See a gang, no there ain't no jugete<br>Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down<br>Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown? <br>Plato, si mon, you want static<br>When you reach for your gat to load your automatic<br>(boo-yaa!!) spittin out buckshots<br>Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig<br>Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco<br>Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and<br><br>Chorus: b-real, sen dog<br><br>A hole in your head<br>A hole in your fuckin head/a fuckin hole in your head<br>In your head!<br>A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head<br>You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head<br>Huh!/in your head<br>A hole in the head, a hole in the head<br><br>Verse two: b-real<br><br>Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin<br>See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in<br>I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin<br>Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin<br>Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag<br>But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag<br>He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes? <br>It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome<br>Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the brome<br>Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home<br>But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty<br>White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy!<br>Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin<br>Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon<br>Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner<br>And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was pop warner<br>Still had the forty, comin at the alley<br>Seen the chief's son, pig officer o'malley, oink<br>In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right<br>Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on<br>That pig better suck a la chrome (p.d. 187)<br>A to the motherfuckin k! (you know whassup sen)<br>Get your ass down! and by the way<br><br>Chorus<br><br>A scooby doo y'all, a scooby doo y'all<br>Scooby doo!<br>A scooby doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all<br>Doobie doo!<br>A scooby doo y'all, scooby doo y'all!<br>Scooby doo!<br>A scooby doo y'all, a scooby doobie doo y'all<br><br>Verse three: b-real<br><br>Six rollin up and now he's really baffled<br>Brother's thinkin 'damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up)<br>Beat down (down) on the way to the station<br>Gaffled up from a false accusation<br>Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the<br>Attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined<br>Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya<br>Wet ya, you know homes the picture<br>(yeah you never been to jail boy!)<br>Broomstick up your ass<br>And by the way, you get<br><br>Chorus 2x<br><br>[sen dog] yeah south central and the westside teamed up<br>This is hell boy<br>[gst red] it's a tribe thang... straight up! it's a tribe thang<br>[sen dog] what side is that red? <br>[b-real] can they kick it? <br>Can they kick it? <br>Yeah, can they kick it? <br>I'm sirnose and they cannot kick it
