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: Let It Rain
- Interpret:
- Cypress Hill
- Album:
- Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom
Fuck all y’all I’m comin’ of the wall I got a nigga from the source Swingin’ from my balls Ughh! Ya want me to set it Well my mac-11 takes unleaded Let it rain And jackin’ out fire What you’re seein’ when I’m takin’ shit another level higher Now it’s on Ain’t gettin’ domed Buckin’ all these niggas ’till they all gone Now we can roll to the east side of town And I’m lookin’ for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown) You better move your ass to this mac-11 Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7 Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. hey motherfuckas: Move back! yo, b-real.. I’m the head-hunter You goin’ under Make a trophy Call it the two-headed buster On my mantle Back in the temple Givin’ up the family Up and down central Butt bloody Anybody Lookin’ for a wide body One body Somebody Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson I ain’t fallin’ off like humpty-dumpty Nigga you still wanna bump me Still got the hand on pump And now I’m thumpin’ on ’em Thumpin on ’em See Somebody, anybody scream When I got the gatt with the big red beam Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes Now your chances are never When you’re lookin’ at the slug at the of the barrel Where ya gonna run when ya can’t move further Seven eighty one redrum with the murder Tie him up Throw him in the trunk Let the funk Blow his earsdrums out ’till he’s bleedin’ Then let’s get him weeded It’s the phunk buddha Let me do the Ceremony up with the hoota And the shooter Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson Some be testin’ Keepin’ ’em guessin’ Smile on my face Got the smith & wesson
Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom (1995)
2. Throw Your Hands In The Air
13. Let It Rain