Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill - Another Victory lyrics

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You can't fuck with the [spanish]
 Please no interruptions
 Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
 Like my rag top six-five
 Smash you with the switches
 The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches
 Why you runnin like bitches
 With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate
 Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what
 You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
 Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh
 We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what
 You understand, immitators gotta bail up
 To all the males and females gangin' up
 All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up
 I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up
 Slangin' cuts

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 Your squad against mine
 You're minor leagues with major
 Detail the plans like verse
 Hit hard, catch you off guard
 Another Victory

 I slay rappers with precision
 I got vision like Anakin
 You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin
 My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'
 Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'
 Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics
 That play like a mandalin
 I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'
 I kill flows on tracks who abandonin'
 I eat you like pussy, then take a sample,
 Then spit fire in the places you standin' in
 I take a fool to the Hill
 Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'
 Now I see your whole brain's scramblin'
 Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga

 Chorus

 I spark cells of a rhythm
 You best listen, get it over with
 Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it
 Bitin' niggas clonin it,
 I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it
 Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
 Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it
 The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it
 You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it
 Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it
 Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it
 Five child in the world who's ropin' it
 Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit
 I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit
 I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch

 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony BMG Music Entertainment

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: Skull & Bones (2000)

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