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"Rise Up" (2010)

It Ain't Nothin' lyrics - Cypress Hill

[Opening]

[B-Real]
I used to carry a glock
On the waist line
Man I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line
You'll never taste mine
See me on the screen
Fuckers beggin' for face time
Get your own tape
But don't bother to chase mine
I got a block
Man we havin' a great time
You couldn't fill the shoes
Anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage
For the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you
Get more by the K-9
Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find that they can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds
Hittin' blunts at the same time
Pick a crew homie
You a neon to save time
Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame
You never went through the same grind
Put you in the bind the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

[Chorus]
You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[Sen Dog]
I'm right here on the block
when it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies always holdin' the fort down
Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack
2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strapped
What ever happens
I'm chin checkin' and wreckin' fools
Try disrespecting me
My Smith & Wesson is endin' you
And I ain't changed since back in the day
Get your shit split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run wit' the dog
Better stay in your place
Cuss your little ass name don't hold no weight
And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get your asks denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake
Imma send you to your grave

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish]

[Sen Dog]
Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
Im a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush us
Can't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutches
Or worse
Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered
It's gunna be a cold summer
As soon as the hilt drops
ALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP

[B-Real]
A couple scums in the street
We don't care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime
But I won't blink
We go against everything
Smoke all the green
Got the flow wrong
Swing it aint nothing to me
We put it down anywhere
Like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap son get your ass buff
Try to test us
You's gunna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up

[Opening as ending]

Rise Up lyrics - Cypress Hill

Living in the big city
The American dream
Is far roaming in the streets of greed
Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more
But I aint selling my soul
With the dope theres no girl
Im on a one way box to the top
Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block
Im in the fast lane and I wont stop
You aint nothing but talk
You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It aint for the weak
Got my roddy gangster that came off the street
Im trying to keep the peace
but I gotta keep my pace
Got these drunk police
Want me all rappy
And I'm searching for the higher ground
I want my head in the sky
So high that I cant come down
Leave your lies in every town across the nation
Cause you can never stop to play
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?
Cruising in the drop chevy
Got my foot on the floor
Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy
You wanna look inside
And see whos crossing the brine
Curiosity is killing you
With stick in the prime
I get high from the brim in the set
Never gripping the square
But all you haters couldnt hold my.
Dont need a clip for my ? straight
You should leave it alone
And check your toe cause my line will spit
This right heres as high as it gets
Somebody likes it..the hell
Cause you stepped on the sex
But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check
Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets
You came, for me I'm the best
And you can keep the dress
Cause I'm smoke at the less
Turn a step back I'm tired of getting pushed
Gotta rise up to the top (to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta rise up to the top (to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?
I go psycho
Crazy Michael Myers
Except the stages on fire going higher
Cause when I lean on a flyer
Theres so much more to make the whole city rise
This defines a man to get the whole world lifted
Wall man trying to make a land with a mission
Theres no way you can stand in this position
You cant take the heat get the fuck about the tension
Go with the will to hustle, you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle
Were going to world top, homeboy this is the show
We gotta blow up the stage be out the door
Sometimes we all nedd an escape
So when we form our track
Well get your mind while we get the stat
I made a pack with a crew on the hill
We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top)
Cant stop (How high can you get?)
Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
Rise Up (Rise Up)
How high can you get?

Get It Anyway lyrics - Cypress Hill

[Verse 1:]
Imma do my thing
Let me tell you right now
Cause I don't know any other way
Of living my life now
Some of you know the struggle
Some of you live in a bubble
Some of you hustle
And some of you just looking for trouble
I don't follow or lead
Tomorrow's a dream,
Pray to god to intervine
On all the sorrow I've seen
You want out of here
You can leave if you wanna
Nothing can stop you
If that's your type of persona
Life is shorter,
Now don't make me say it ten times
I keep going for mine
Even in the end times
I can beat the system
Come on and say it with me
Show me some optimism
We can take over the city

[Chorus:]
Real life represent the sound since the first day
Gangstas, hustlers, grinding out around the way
Can't stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won't give it, but I did it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imaa get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imma get it anyway

[Verse 2:]
There comes a time in your life
You gotta go for yours
Staying paid,
Is like the battle of forever more
I stay peddle to the metal
Foot on the floor
Imma keep on the streets,
Knocking down your doors
I'm by the dollar,
Like everybody oughta be
Don't burn nobody,
And make the money honestly
Open your home with the internet technology
I get it anyway
Just find it in the economy
See I ain't coughing
Unless it makes a profit
I'm dropping this so hot
Like every day gossip
Regardless of the climate
I'm gonna get it everday
Even if the bullets spray
Imma get it anyway

[Chorus:]
Real life represent the sound since the first day
Gangstas, hustlers, grinding out around the way
Can't stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won't give it, but I did it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imaa get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imma get it anyway

[Sing]
La la la la la
You know we blazing up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Let me hear you sing

So let em hear us holla
Or we'll guide em by the collar
Making it harder for you
Don't wanna make an honest dollar
You wanna sip a little,
To make your pain numb
Tippin that bottle
Got you forgettin where you came from
But I'm the same one
Where you think my name's from
Imma keep it moving
And never stop till the games done
Forever we live it, forever we spit it
Remember the minute
You witnessed the realest that ever did it
Still I'm committed
No matter what I hear from the critic
People can see through a gimmick
I'm putting on a clinic
We in troubled times
Swerving through the double lines
You're in a head on collision
Cause now you served your time

[Chorus:]
Real life represent the sound since the first day
Gangstas, hustlers, grinding out around the way
Can't stop gotta be always on the paper chase
Educated, they won't give it, but I did it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imaa get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
Imma get it anyway
Imma get it anyway

[Sing]
La la la la la
You know we blazing up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Let me hear you sing
La la la la la
You know we blazing up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la
Let me hear you sing
La la la la la
You know we blazing up that
La la la la la
All around the world
La la la la la
Our peoples getting money
La la la la la

Pass The Dutch lyrics - Cypress Hill (feat. Evidence, The Alchemist)

Do you want to get high?
(YEAH ! ....)

(Put it in the air...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Then put in the air
if you wanna get high

Spark it up in a circle
With the kush weed that would hurt you
If you got the purple we can blaze it
Either way, The high you scerch?
You shoulda bought
Then you know the rules
before you hit it once
When you catch my blunt
you know which way to pass it
when it comes

Pass the joint on the left hand side

Don't ever pass it on the right
never ash it on my Nike
If you sprinkle hash in it
Just don't let it out your sight
'Cause if you take it outta sight,
Well ya just beggin' for a fight
Aight!
Give me a lighter,
So why you can't decide
to ignite it?
Puff Puff Pass homie!
Don't just stand and try to hide it
I smoke a bowl or a spliff
and uplift my sprits
then I take a bong hit
Hit it fuckin' hard
and clear it
Hit it with the left hand,
pass to the next man
Still the fool is blessed,
and his weed is from the west
and you'll never get it done
your bitin',
you can bet it on your life
It's 4/20 every night
Who wanna get high?

Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....)

Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
And then put it in the air
If you wanna get high

I'm Green Evidence
On the podium, stands the minister
I see weed from Cypress trees
I just finished up
I'm center stage high,
Civic center stage dive
Even summer, winter, spring,
and fall, ain't the same
My heads in the clouds
of smoke then I choke and laugh,
then toke on the left hand side
No joke work
can touch these Los Angeles souls
We twist herbs up
The word's a dangerous flow
(Go!)
(Only on the left hand...)
When I smoke
I'm tilted to the side like a kick stand
Roll up a rock
and call me a middle man
I'm sinkin' a riddle
like it was quicksand
One (snort) clear out your nasal passage
wit the medicine of dristan
Voilà
My mind at ease...
The Police car (Whoop-Whoop)
wanna come find my trees
Hashish from Iraq
will make my eyes chinese
Tearing up the studio
just tryin' to find my keys (la, la, la, la, la...)
It's like that ya'll

Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side (la, la, la, la, la...)
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Only on the left hand side
Pass the joint on the left hand side
Then put it in the air
If you wanna get high

Do you want to get high? (YEAH !....)

Bang Bang lyrics - Cypress Hill

[Intro: B-Real (Dude)]
[sniff]
This is fucking weed is good holmes! (Fuck!)
You know, the first time I fuckin' blazed up, eh? I was listening to those watto's Cypress Hill!
You ever heard of them holmes? (Yeah, I heard of 'em... They fuckin' suck!)
Are you fuckin' stupid, eh?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Those watto's are feed man, holmes! (Naaaahhhh!) [car pulls away]
You're fuckin' hater, eh?
Don't fuckin', just gonna shoot you, boy! (Whatever...) [3 shots]

[Bridge 1: Voice]
Shot down!
Shot down!
Shot down!
Shot down! (Bang, bang!)

Shot down! (Bang, bang!)
Shot down! (Bang, bang!)
Shot down! (Bang, bang!)
Shot down!

[B-Real:]
This is for those haters and imitators
Take your medicine you won't like the flavor!
The taste ain't sweet! - We lace that beef.
Never forget how we play in the street!
Never forget what you say in the street!
If you talk too loud, get laid with the heat.
We want that cake and Jay. - You can't stop us!
Out the gate we take those dollars,
Get a crew while we do us some real shit.
Me and the dogs we rock steady pushin' the Hill shit.
We flip scripts like dough boys clip bricks
Get money like lottery quick picks!
We stick with it and homie I'm quick witted
Still in the game and sane we still spit it.
Top level. - Livin' like a rebel.
Settle down bitch while we skip that medal!

[Chorus: B-Real (Voice)]
Remember when you motherfuckers (shot down!)
Tried to take what's mine! (shot down!)
Nigga's left me for dead. (shot down!)
But I'll never forget! (shot down!)

[Bridge 2: Voice (Sen Dog)]
Bang, bang! (PAYBACK!) Shot Down!
Bang, bang! (PAYBACK!) Shot Down!
Bang, bang! (PAYBACK!) Shot Down!
Bang... [8 seconds instrumental]

[Sen Dog:]
I came up in the game doin' my thang for the paper, (DOIN' MY THANG FOR THE PAPER!)
Never gon' change! Bringin' bang on the haters. (BRINGIN' BANG ON THE HATERS!)
They used to gangbang on the corner black came out
Drop then sayin': "Not the world for this flava! "
I remember when you niggas used to front on me. (FRONT ON ME!)
Everywhere I ride kept the gun on me. (GUN ON ME!)
I only used to listen to my one O.G., (ONE O.G.!)
He said: "Get money, but stay low key! " (STAY LOW KEY!)
So it's a payback - with pain in the back (PAIN IN THE BACK!)
The whole world gettin' high (GETTIN' HIGH!), when I say it on the track! (ON THE TRACK!)
And I say it with a Gat! (WITH A GAT!) - I never gon' sleep! (NEVER GON' SLEEP!)
Fuckin' hit 'em up, if you ever wanna trick. (EVER WANNA TRICK!)
All it takes is a hit and you never forget
When you smoke on the Hill, wanna kill level twist. (WANNA KILL LEVEL TWIST!)
Fuck a shot! We drinkin' the whole Fifth! (DRINKIN' THE WHOLE FIFTH!)
Then I ride with them killa G's, know we don't miss! (KNOW WE DON'T MISS!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2] [43 seconds instrumental]

[Bridge 1: x2]

K.U.S.H. lyrics - Cypress Hill

[Intro]
- Hey man ! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man!
- Aw, man... I've been so out... You are sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes!
- Ok, check it out man !

[Verse 1 - B-Real]
I'm the original Dr. Greenthumb the rest are liars,
I'm the one with the prescription to get you higher
I got every type of weed that you might desire
Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired
Any kind of flavor you savor
I can do you the favor
Just as long as you share with your neighbor
Some like the Sour D, that's an east coast swing
But on the west coast we all know KUSH is queen
Some of y'all will smoke anything, but me, I'm picky
I throw it out if I don't see that it's green and sticky
No stress, no bush, I'm pushing the KUSH
When I harvest put a K on the bag like the Nike Swoosh
I'm over the world, in case you wonder
I smoked everywhere I went, they call me the weed hunter
But no one does it better like we do in Cali
Just ask one of my patients cause they always tell me that the...

[Chorus]
K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit

[Verse 2 - B-Real]
Kottonmouth Kings are down with us
Snoop Dogg and Dre are down with us
Cheech and Chong, they're down with us
But the DEA, they can get the nuts
On a high times cover, you might see us
Taking hits from the bong with the eight foot zong
With weed so strong, that'll knockout King Kong
Hit it one good time... Your mind's gone
Your eyes get red, and your mouth goes dry
Just get me when you want more and I'll supply
Red and meth said, "Let's gets stoned" I said "How High"
They said "high enough to touch God and kiss the sky"
"That's a tall order But I think I got what you need"
I got to move the thought and I'm ready to feed
So, follow my lead I got some gifts to bring
It's an everyday life for the Reefa King

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - B-Real]
I got the cream of the crop
My crop means cream
When it's time to bag it up I assemble the team
We're like the Yankees, most winning, grand champs of the herb
Nothing gets you like the type of medicine I serve
Lawyers, teachers, actors, street cleaners
No matter what they are, they all come to see the Reefa
They stay high 24 like Keefa
I tell 'em don't hit it too hard, this is a creeper
Body Hamilson is down with us
Bruce Willis smoke all, he's down with us
Yeah, Willie Nelson is down with us
Who the fuck you think drives the ganja bus?
D.R. Morwitch, she's down with us
She got popped at the airport with joints and such
So if anyone asks, she's down with us
And you don't wanna enter more weed in the Cannabis cup
I'm Greenthumb, I reign supreme, son
That strange bended in mind, I've never seen one
The K.U.S.H. keeps us so high that you can't concentrate
Dave Chapelle, is down with us
Halle Barry, too, but don't tell no one
KRS One is down with us
He's a blunt getting smoked and he can't wake up

[Chorus]

Get 'Em Up lyrics - Cypress Hill

[B-Real]
Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
come up and give him a reason to blast on..
I wouldn't put it past him!
He's got juice, how long will it last him?
He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
You know, homey that old top gun shit
I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
Now your lifes ain't worth shit!

[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)]
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)

[Sen Dog]
Sen Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death, no threats, will I send
So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
cause it won't pay
Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did, no one will explain it

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin

[Chorus]

Carry Me Away lyrics - Cypress Hill (feat. Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park)

[24 seconds instrumental]

[B-Real + (Mike Shinoda):]
I was an outcast, outsider. - Trouble maker;
A lost soul! - Outta control in danger.
Didn't have a care in the world, my feeling were numb
Never showing emotion, it's easy for some.
I don't know how it happened? How I got to this point?
But I needed a way out; I was stuck in a ploy.
I needed another path or I'd self destruct
I was down on my luck; my head was so fucked!
A menace rollin' the streets is what I was
Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs
You couldn't tell me a thing, I was like my brother,
Words went in one ear and out the other.
Slangin' and bangin' - with a chip on my shoulder.
"An insane, hit the brain! " [echoes] Certified street soldier!
So close to the grave, [echoes] (Oh!)
You at an early age, can't tell you the price I've paid!

[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
Oh the sky overhead, it's like - a canvas of grey.
I don't know how much time I'll be given to stay.
From the first spring of light, 'til the end of the day
I'm just livin' my life, 'til they come carry me away!

[Sen Dog + (Mike Shinoda):]
I've been there in LA nights in the block where I came up
My pops used to hate when we hanged with them bangers.
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from. [echoes]
"Fight, don't run! " is the motto we live by
Get 'em on the ground and stomp a mind about ten times!
Sure we was just kids back then
I had no remorse for what we did back then. [echoes]
Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in
Hit the strip, and go and get the shit crack in!
Gun wars, and drug deals, I seen 'em happen.
When I started losin' homeboys, I wasn't laughin'! [echoes]
I looked all around and seen none of 'em there!
That's when I figured out - that nobody cared!
If we lived or die; we'll just get high and ride (Oh!)
And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time!

[Chorus]

[B-Real:]
My mother would stand for me every step of the way
She did not judge me! She told me I'd win some day!
When I was at my lowest - when I had no focus
She pulled me out the gutter, said I wasn't hopeless
Every night she prayed for me I was out on the street
Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat!
Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes
It's an every day hazard when you hustle for dough!
So many nights I didn't come home, she thought the worst
Maybe somebody shot me down without any remorse.
Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell
Well I regret all those time that I put her through hell!
When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches
And everybody I lost or let down, I wish I could take it
All back and make it better but I can't, so I try to make amends
And be there, through thick and thin!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Mike Shinoda]
Come carry me away!
Come carry me away!
Come carry me away!
Come carry me away!

Trouble Seeker lyrics - Cypress Hill (feat. Daron Malakian of System of a Down)

[25 seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian]

[Verse 1: B-Real]
I'm on a rampage! Rippin' up the damn stage
Wartime fate Dealer, some say renegade
Part-time psycho! - Sippin' on lemonade
Don't want trouble but I'll give it to you anyway.
Yes, I'm insane! Put you in pain.
My mind has been trained to live in the fastlane!
Should I slow down? - Fuckin' speed up!
You better take a hit from my weed you need some! [3 seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian]

[Bridge: B-Real]
Go hard, go hard! Live hard, die hard! [3 seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian]
Rape one, cap one, fake one, slap one! [3 seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian]
Break one, jack one, save one, get one! [3 seconds guitar solo by Daron Malakian]
"Rise up"! "Rise Up"! Take me higher!

[Chorus 1: B-Real " (Sen Dog)]
Got my hands on the wheel,
And I'm never lookin' back in my rearview mirror!
(I'm A TROUBLE SEEKER! - BUCK, BUCK! - I'm A TROUBLE SEEKER!)
Can't eat or sleep I need some
Medical attention, I'm a trouble seeker!
I'm a trouble seeker! - I'm a trouble seeker!
I'm a trouble seeker! - I'm a trouble seeker!

[Verse 2: Sen Dog]
Blowin' the chop', but I'm midnight stalker
The graveyard walker and I don't like coppers!
The mic linebacker - Elvis comin' at cha! (ELVIS COMIN' AT CHA!)
Middle of the pig, wanna pay off disaster!
Hide ya from Cypress! - All around hypin'!
Songs like these keep bringing up my prices. (BRINGIN' UP MY PRICES!)
Dog in the food in Bob Marley hold out
Balls to the wall on a date with a student!

[Bridge]

[Chorus 2: B-Real + (Sen Dog)]
Got my hands on the wheel,
And I'm never lookin' back in my rearview mirror! [scratches]
(I'm a trouble seeker! - BUCK, BUCK! - I'm a trouble seeker!)
I don't care about them
And if you see me comin' actions are clear! [scratches]
(I'm A TROUBLE SEEKER! - BUCK, BUCK! - I'm A TROUBLE SEEKER!)

They say I'm crazy, lately
I'm off the chains, don't touch me baby! [scratches]
(I'm A TROUBLE SEEKER! - BUCK, BUCK! - I'm A TROUBLE SEEKER!)
Can't eat or sleep, I need some
Medical attention I'm a trouble seeker!
I'm a trouble seeker! (trouble...) - I'm a trouble seeker! (trouble...)
I'm a trouble seeker! (trouble...) - I'm a trouble seeker! (trouble...)

[Verse 3:]
[B-Real:]
Is that so? Listen in your headphones!
Carvin' up your headstone, guessin' you was dead wrong!
So up the heatwave! Betta learn to behave!
These days we pass weed. - Like a relay!
[Sen Dog:]
Sorta like a hand off, then you really handle
It; you puff up a hit, then you're lit like a candle!
We lead by example! - You know that we are showin' proof
Gonna beat them whose are over you beat down overdue!
[B-Real:]
Beat down owerdue. - Had to learn the hard way!
Homie started flippin' and we left them in the hallway!
Gonna puff all day! - Shut 'em down late night!
Motherfuckers wanna play! - What you got stage fright?

[Chorus 2]
[beat stops]

Take My Pain lyrics - Cypress Hill (feat. Everlast)

Im at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites,
Im destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life,
Im under pressure but the time is right,
For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night,
Im searching for answers meanwhile my faith does surprise,
And my neighbours are looking at me with hate in their eyes,
Quad and tea, the streets filled with death and lies,
Was set up to die but we plant seeds to rise,
So when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected,
Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it,
I gotta believe, in more than I see,in something better than this, whatever it is,
I need a quate before my feeling is gone,
Maybe my feeling is wrong
But ill embrace it like a beautiful song,
I feel something strong coming along,
I cant explain what it is, but I'm relaxed till my mind is gone.

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

This feeling is hitting me hard, my soul is scarred,
The feeling is saw like I'm getting a message from god,
Believin in cause, no one believes in the laws,
The reason the strong breaks - a soul is lost,
Im searching for my soul in a myst of boldest insanity,
I'd vanity my home is a warzone callamity, randomly,
Tragedies happen I'm sick of this life,
I'd give in a minute the Vicapri is from stripe,
Gotta bond with the new brothers, leditucci and
Cheddars survival of our mothers would be proud of us,
When the day comes and we rise the high of our faith,
And nothing can touch us, we dont the feel the mothers,
Now the bees inside of my head, the life that I lead,
Left me for dead and lost on the path that I tread,
I blade so many to rest, from family to friends
We pretend it doesnt happen, but when will it end?

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

I gotta new thought in my mind, in a matter of time,
Ill be in a sublime state of the spiritual kind,
My family is holding me high, theyre nervous inside,
I can see in their eyes pride but the eyes dont lie,
If the celebration continues Ill follow my heart,
And my home is being infected from the poisonous dart.
Its fallin apart, I dont wanna see its demise.
So imma have to make a difference to remember I tried,
My brother and sister smiling as I leave in the night,
My mother kisses me on the cheek and my father is quiet,
No words need to be said as my patters begun, cause
Nothing can break the chain of a father and son,
As I take a step in the street where my destiny lies,
Tryin to focus, my nerves got my stomach in ties,
Rollin in a club god damn these people are young,
But needs to be done so Ill reach you over the hoe.

Day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Reaper's hold is tight,
Lord take my pain away.

I Unlimited lyrics - Cypress Hill

came back to life, for your protection
back from the dead of resurrection
we came to change the whole completion
take this game a new direction

last stop when the gas popped
when the Kush blows free
and the low-lows drop
to photo-opt
no flash
we smash
get cash
cash out the fuckin' spot

it’s a new day to bill
expect the hill
we grab the bill
the trip is real
don’t make pull out the steal link
cause all the commotion
and emotions kill

heat-seekers, if the come seekers
serve your asses through the big speakers
anyone, anywhere, we on jack
blowing up another spot with the contract

[Chorus:]
bounce bounce bounce bounce
kill em up
Tear em up
put him down
jump jump jump jump
if he acts tough
shut him up
put him down
bounce bounce bounce bounce
getting high
let him ride
put him down
jump jump jump jump
if you don’t give a fuck
blow him up
put him down

the fear factor
the peri-actor
adrenalin maxed in bringing the raptor
we cap it and coming at ya
studio gangsters applying the actra

still print that real shit
i'm the dog in the cup
and real hard to deal with
how long have we heard you down
and broke down doors with the grimey sound

no surrender, we push and enter
take over the scene and blaze the green
put a chill through ya body
when you saw my teeth
find yourself in the middle
where the pink convenes

don't slip on the misfits
coz the minute you popshit
the mic gets twisted
anytime, anywhere we blast off
the right start as parted your ass off

[Chorus]

we blow smoke in the air to heal the nation
getting you high no hesitation
so hard to charge, no complication
take another hit for respiration
legalise don’t criticize
coz one day you might understand who to symbolise
any man, any woman gotta like that
first trying put a cape, gotta fight back

let strip shows, like flip mode
we make you bounce on the track
with sick flows and kick toe
don't trip in the marsh pit
its a danger to spray just for salts on toxic
we're phenomenal, so unstoppable
UNLIMITED, your just comical
stay back, with slate jack (way back)
payback's a bitch and we know how to play that

[Chorus]

kill em up
tear em up
put em down

if he acts tough
shut em up
put em down

getting high
let em ride
put em down

if you don't give a fuck
blow em up
put him down

Armed & Dangerous lyrics - Cypress Hill

[12 seconds instrumental]

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
Ready? set, go! I'm ready to run.
Steady we get though, under the sun.
About to let go. - Show me respect though!
It's gon' be a fat joint. - Soul - in your mental. (soul - in your mental!)
We came from the bottom and rose to the top
Like the cream in your coffee - burning hot! (burning hot!)
Climbing the Billboards for the number one spot
King of the block - stop for a second to watch!
Look and learn and loose your knot.
No more bottles to pop, no birds in the drop.
But - we still rollin'! (we still rollin'!) - Pocket's swollen. (pockets swollen!)
We're - locked and loaded, then the scene exploded.
We' - solid as ever on any endeavour
Cypress Hill forever, doesn't get any better!
We - came and saw. - And conquered it all! (conquered it all!)
We're hungry for more like the kids in Darfur. (like the kids in Darfur!)

[Chorus: B-Real]
We live hard, still armed and dangerous!
We young love, be alarmed, don't play with us!
Play the song! Gotta bounce just to stay with us!
Come along, hit the bong and blaze with us!

[Sen Dog:]
I'm the dog and I'm undisputed. - And you've been recruited!
I'm the general that your boy saluted. (that your boy saluted!)
Give you a minute to see how we do it (how we do it!)
You've never seen such finesse cause you're so polluted. (you're so polluted!)
I'm the king in this area hombre
Knocked 'em out the park when I'm standing on home plate. (c'mon!)
So many years of blood sweat and tears
Without me the dogs stay switching the gears!
But I'm still the same man from back in the day
And I'm still gettin' luck from Africa to L.A.! (to L.A.!)
Jake One hit play; burst started to sway
Every time I leave the city fools want me to stay! (want me to stay!)
Cause they stay loyal, so it's harder to go
And like the lights. - I got's to grow!
That means I'll roll (I'll roll!) but I'll return later (I'll return later!)
Give props to my peop (le), and buckshots to haters. (buck, buck!)

[Chorus x2]

[B-Real (Sen Dog):]
Raise your hands in the air like you're supposed to
And everybody scream like you're on a rollercoaster.
We're down - with the Costra Nostra
We smashing! - We sick jackin' and the Soul Assassins. (Soul Assassins!)
The Hip-hop culture - we fuck you both
Just as you caught in the rapture. - All I hear is laugher. (all I hear is laughter!)
In a year's time some of you punks, won't matter!
Let's see - if you can hang if you can climb the ladder!
You ain't a rapper, you're a fucking joke! (you're a fucking joke!)
A one-shock hack on a track, get your pass revoked! (get your pass revoked!)
I got keys to the city and we locking you out
We come hard for the paint. - And I'm blocking you out!
So run for the hills and hide in the can.
We just put the mic' down - and be that fan. (and be that fan!)
With your - petty hands outside the lobby
I'm a pro, get my signature, this ain't no hobby!

[Chorus x2]

Shut 'Em Down lyrics - Cypress Hill (feat. Tom Morello)

[Interludes:]
[Male News Archors #1:] Breaking news story! Just bringing you up to date...
[Female News Archors #1:]... across the US, as the country's economy continues to plunge.
[Male News Archors #2:] Now some are so outraged... they are doing something about it!
[Female News Archors #1:] The Congress is proposing new taxes...
[Male News Archors #2:] Symbols remind you of the toll the ongoing wars are taking on our country!
[Female News Archors #1:] CEO's. [echoes] [beat starts]

[Tom Morello starts playing the guitar]

[Chorus 1: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
We shut 'em down! - We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!)
We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!) - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
We shut 'em down! - We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!)
We shut 'em down! (shut 'em down!) - Yeah, we shut 'em down!

[Sen Dog:]
Somethin' getting down from the motherfuckin' get go (get go!)
Hands around your neck and I'm refusing to let go! (I'm refusing to let go!)
I'm like a Down South - crooked-ass police (crooked-ass police!)
Gettin' me some of everything. - Down to your show biz! (down to your show biz!)
See? They got me - straight going off, G! (straight goin' off, G!)
Going buck wild, swinging on a paparazzi! (swingin' on the paparazzi!)
We not done! - This shit ain't over! (this shit ain't over!)
Cause we're back with a nation of soldiers. (with a nation of soldiers!)
And we havin' it! - We takin' over, kid! (we takin' over, kid!)
Coming through - with the Cannabis potent shit! (Cannabis potent shit!)
I'm thinkin': "Oh, no! - We rock the good show! " (we rock the good show!)
Hand over the mic' like Billy Boddy in a fist show. (like Billy Boddy in a fist show!)

[Chorus:]
(Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold Wars, Politicians, Quiet Tax)

[Chorus 2: B-Real {Sen Dog}]
(Bailouts!) Shut 'em down! - (Wall Street!) Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
(Cold wars!) We shut 'em down! - (Politicians!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(Quiet Tax!) Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!

[B-Real:]
Going down the cross roads, feeling kinda lost no
Way to make it forsaken and taken for a lost soul!
I don't want your sympathy! - I don't need your hand out!
Never had it planned out, just a cut your man out!
Wars on the newscast! - Caught it on a news flash!
Heard about a new tax! - What if I refuse that?
I don't want your promises! - I don't need your bullshit!
I don't need you telling me the answers at the pulpit!
Setup for the meltdown! - Hunted by the hellhounds!
Spiders got you spellbound! - Get up if you fell down!
I don't hate your slick talk! - I don't seek your point of view!
I'm the fucking thorn your side that keeps annoying you!

[Chorus 3: B-Real {Sen Dog}]
(Crooked cops!) We shut 'em down! - (Drug Lords!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(Higher tax!) Shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
(False media!) We shut 'em down! - (A common enemy!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(Hypocrities!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!

[24 seconds guitar solo by Tom Morello]

[Chorus 4: B-Real {Sen Dog}]
(Politicians!) We shut 'em down! - (War criminals!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(This is a fixed show!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!
(Corruptions!) We shut 'em down! - (No surrender!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!}
(By any means!) We shut 'em down! {shut 'em down!} - Yeah, we shut 'em down!

[Chorus 1]

[Beat fades out]

Armada Latina lyrics - Cypress Hill

Ay Caribe el tierra del mi gente hermosa
(Armada Latina)
Cielo y Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
(mi fama hispana)
Hermanito la lucha recien que impieza
(hermano ponle gana)
Yo naci con sangre Taina, yo naci

Came out the other man
Southern land
Didn't have to jump a hand
Never had another plan
I'm different to the mother man
Some will get a summer tan
It's hotter than a summer jam
Live for today
Cause you'll never gettin another chance
I ain't trippin off the he say and she say
Cause we say fuck
And pass me a cuba libre
That's what we want
Don't front
I could see ya but
You don't want to see the cold heap up front
How we blow it up
We came to blow it up, hit the spot
So we're done
Representin' in, blowin up
That's how we show the love
That's how we pass up all this shit that
We know gon' come
It's like the soldier's run is done when the wars won

[Chorus]

Latino hasta la muerte
Chicos they working hard
Bout the noise,
Suerte Gracias a Dios, Thank God
The Cubans from Miami coulda took that coke route
Marimberos parseros con clinicas
Santeros con muela
Que dicen que pueden curar abuelas
Ya'll like scarface,
I'm more like Sosa
Cypress hill pretty flaco
It's our culture
From cali to the crib, crib
Me in miami
Thank god I'm doin music
If not I'd be tying families
I'm not a asshole(oh no)
About my cash flow
Let me take this shit
and send this letter off to Castro
ha, ha, ha Dale, come mierda.

[Chorus]

We way too hot
always comin up with something clever
a cosa nostra
cypress hill maca fera
feelin fancy in the hip throne, guayabera
and we just clowning
on what we call some, money-lera
call me sammy
wild child from the isles
I can go forever like an old fashioned country mouse
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I'm straight cubanichi
I bang Pinar del Rio
Lockin up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I'm gonna rap over it
Ya I'm a fool I'm outta here
Yes sir I gotta go
Get me some Chiva's Regal
And slap me some dominos