Cypress Hill - Red, Meth & B (feat. Redman & Method Man) | Текст песни

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• Cypress Hill
• Red, Meth & B (feat. Redman & Method Man)

Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Cypress Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!

[Redman]
Hill Cypress Hill!
All my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel
Red A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
Meth We may squeeze too tight, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
And I walk the streets with sharp (?) off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
Bee My bracelet like I raised it off the bomb
Home-grown, thick, dirty
Songtexte My family few dudes who pack tools on survey
Jersey and house
Songtext Gun like an elephants mouth
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Lyrics Ya on target, and bonged by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Lyric Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
I won't leave till the job is done
Liedertexte Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN
Doc with the shotty and we both catch a (?) with Cypress Hill
Liedertext Yeah!

(Chorus: B-Real)
We don't give a fuck, we living up till the day we die
Alle You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
Cypress You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
Hill You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
Red
[Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo
Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open
Meth You either holdin' or half-assed like Shimmy Coaling
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin'
And So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
Bee If the shoes fit like Alan (?) did
(?) Yo my new chicks a new bitch
Songtexte Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Songtext Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat
Lyrics My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave the rappers nerve shocked
Lyric Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Liedertexte Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
Liedertext I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Alle Whoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer

(Chorus)

[B-Real]
Cypress Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flex ya brain cells like athletes
Hill When a track meets the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With a foot long (?) bong, look your collapsing, sicko
Red Thincho, on the brink of mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of
Meth I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
And You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bee Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, clock clickin', stop shittin'
Songtexte Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!)
Songtext You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
Lyrics
(Chorus) X2

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