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Some information about Prelude to a Come Up Lyrics Title: Cypress Hill - Prelude to a Come Up lyrics Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Cypress Hill IV Visitors: 8 visitors have visited Prelude to a Come Up Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [MC Eiht] GeeyeahSoul Assassins two timesstick em! GeeyeahCypress Hill three timescome on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin Cross the seven seas easedclockin much conversation Penetrationyou know we gets busyno hesitation Greeneryhand-pickedfrom my own plantation Feels the heatunder the som-brero to any amigo that s tryin tostop the dineros Chills withsenoritaslike charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Followmy flowget the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink shipsfaker faces got guilt Didn t mean to call you lateI need a hideout til.. coolhomeyI ll bring some fuckin skunk The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk Just like a bird I m freein a land with no fuckin extradition treatyI m outgeyeah "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [B-Real] B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committeethe shitty niggaz never thrill me You silly bitches never respectneglect money You funny or brokethink it s a jokeyour nose is runny Got my main manMr. Rocho kickin the vocals from the Eastsidewhere it s loco sellin the poco From the two G sbreakin the leaves of cheesemakin the bacon You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin Evading the pigsraiding my cribI m mad lib and I wanna live and I m givin the message droppin the lesson Flippin shitand I m keepin em guessin they all stressin Hit the lullabyno confessionwe in session "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] We s beez the three amigosskates with nickel plates under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coastanybody killer! Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom* Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos? Makin your body dissapear like a ghost One time s tryin to gaffle meharassin me tryin to send me to the penetentiary [B-Real] In the nighttimeniggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin And the beatjust keeps on seepin into the street While you peakin I m meetin and greetin the people speakin and leadin the motherfuckers who s seekin to catchruckus Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub usnut hug us You love usyou can t stopthese mad audio hustlers "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X) Hottest songs from Cypress Hill : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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