Cypress Hill - Cock da Hamma | Текст песни

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I'm a chicken hawk (On a chicken-hunt), huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-ass victim(punk that's tweakin')
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones (cones)
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again

I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus
Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl

I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah homes I'll wet ya (Yeah home direct ya)
Bury them bones
Under my home and

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

With (Take) my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
Of (On) the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and (Droppin' the geran)
Just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon's soundin' (cannon sounded)
That's my companions surroundin' (companion: surrounded)
As my crew comes pounding (bounding)
It's (As) the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin

Bust that (Busted!)
You're a red beard with a musket
Better duck (talk) quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it

With my (a) steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the steel (skill) for the static like brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a gun (Glock) go `click' like a camera?

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