Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill - Killa Hill lyrics
Your rating:
[Capitan Pingaloca] "Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui yo soy yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!" [B Real] In the midst of the madness No question who's the baddest MCs in the game runnin for the status Take a few seconds to review the crews Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you Killa Hill Niggas Cleaned in my dream Cookin' up a scheme For all them big bank niggas The world is yours, but it can be mine and his Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is Number one mission, opposition Get dumb, succumb and then position In a casket, best wishes At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes Full out search for the body Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party No wins, no ends, no way That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again! [RZA] Check my dramatics Brains get splattered Dreams shattered Sabas get blasted for words he packaged Beat the sequence Bravado lessons on his defense Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans What you seekin' Son I catch clean like Dominicans Last Mohican Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk Shaolin slang, the violent talk Upstate New York Where chumps get extorted for Newports What you thought [B-Real] Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again [Capitan Pingaloca] "Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir. Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la cara!" [U-God] Words droppin' chant The check DI slant I'm taking these cannabis plants Yo for granted Exotic narcotic Tunes slam soon From a dune In the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma Warrior nomad Put you in a coma Comma Llama Smash-crashin' your armor Drama I'm a Stealth aircraft bomber Here is where I dwell At the gates o' hell It ain't where you're from It's where you're in the mentals And if not, yo' credentials Are essential I see reality View things surrounding me Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric Not frontin' or braggin' Hundred percent red dragon Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon Five part criminal, two part felon [B-Real] Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease, Ease back Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger [Capitan Pingaloca] "Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television. Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos cabrones