Před tím, než se v roce 1988 dal dohromady průkopnický kvartet Cypress Hill, absolvovali jeho zakladatelé dlouhou cestu z ulic South Central v LA. V průběhu jejich 15-ti leté historie prodali na 15 milionů desek po celém světě, obdrželi 15...

Píseň: Pigs

Interpret:
Cypress Hill
Album:
Cypress Hill
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood,
Well this pig worked at the station.
This pig he killed my Homeboy,
So the fuckin´ pig went on a vacation.


This pig he is the chief,
Got a brother pig, Captain O´Malley.
He´s got a son that´a a pig too,
He´s collectin´ pay-offs from a dark alley.


This pig is known as a Narco,
If he´s a pig or not, we know that he could be.
This pig he´s a fuckin´ fag,
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy.


Well this pig he´s really cool,
So in this class we know he rides all alone.
Well this pig´s standin´ eatin´ donuts,
While some motherfuckers out robbin´ your home.


This pig he´s a big punk,
And I know that he can´t stand the sight of me.
´Cos pigs don´t like it when ya act smart,
And when ya tell ´em that your a group from society.


This pig works for the mafia,
Makin´ some money off crack.
But this little pig got caught,
So when he gets to the Pen it´s all about the pay-back.


´Cos once he gets to the Pen,
They won´t provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest.
To protect him from some mad nigga,
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest.


An´ it´s all about breakin´ off sausage,
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine ?
Niggas wanna do him in the ass,
Just ta pay his ass back, so they´re standin´ in line.


That fuckin´ pig.


Look what he got himself into.


Now they´re gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk.


Anybody like pork-chops ?


How ´bout a ham sandwich ?
How ´bout a ham sandwich ?