Lyrics:
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H
To the graveyard"
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
To the graveyard"
Yo, I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fuckin'
I'm 2 upset they can't get by me nah
Jeez, y'all up next and I ain't lined up yet just
Wait a sec and
Watch me flex
All, on my ex,
I'm the main event
the crew
Now in the hood there were a few who did appreciate the saga
But didn't have the ends to fund this armada
So now we were the two with no H2
And open
H-Town, you can find me, twenty twos on the Caddy
So what's the deal, my whole clique be keeping it real
We blowing that kill, and you know we packin' that
Seven for fifty or Two for Fifteen (I got it)
I'm so keen co-signed by the dean
Knocking competition out the box I'm so mean (Don't be mean)
Fuck you
My niggas come from hunger pains
Now we all rocking two or three chains
Versace everything
Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks
Live a life
H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me,
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
Hurricane G:
So what nigga is it you want to do
J-Ro:
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
B-I-S-S-H-U-T-T-L-E-S Worth about half a bill-i-on
Now run it back like Corey Dill-i-on
B-I-S-S-H-U-T-T-L-E-S Worth about half a bill-i-on
Nick Carey a Cannon no
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
featuring Dres
[Dres]
Listen this is Dres and I'm letting ya know
That S H O W be I Z and A.G. are all that
So just sit back
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
the song
So see-H-P short for Cypress Hill Production
Made a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethin
People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta
The mix so smooth like the batter and the frosting
I bring my own stuff because I gotta stay frosty
Glass to my left
Get a drink I'm parching
H to the 2
at his crew
I can't believe it achieve
Yo Cormega whatever whatever whatever
Pushin' a red lex
With many screams inside the headsets
So much beef
Police
by God.
(what you think of dis game?)
So all these niggas that's jealous man.
I'm takin the bitches myself.
Man, I'm just tryna live life
Everybody got they two cent for me
But don't ever wanna do shit for me
Y'all can keep yo' change
'cause I'm just tryna live
Ka$h, Ka$h don't make beats, he make
Beautiful music, one-two-one-two
My man Murs, what's up Murs?
Beautiful music
Yo, beautiful music it raised me
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