CYPRESS HILL - Worldwide lyrics

rate me

[Verse 1: Sen-Dog]

You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard

I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech

Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat

Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance

Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries

Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied

Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say

I been backin' up east side LA, all day

Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex

Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex

The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw

'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw

[Chorus (2x): B-Real]

You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga

'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,

Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us?

Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

[Verse 2: Sen-Dog]

I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up

Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up

Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds

To break out before you resemblin' a dead man

A hole through your headband

My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk

Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local

Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal

You don't want that strap on my hip

To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip

I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom

Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

[BR] Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride

I take money-money, make dummies all night

Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic

When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic

[SD] We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight

See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel

Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray

You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory

Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier

Up and down the boulevard, big money folder

You bring descript sequence with no defense

The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'

[Chorus]