Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill - From The Window Of My Room songtekst

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Now lately I've been findin myself  pourin my guts out
 Expressin my thoughts  lettin my nuts out in the walls
 of sleep  I can't keep it all in the hall clear
 While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
 Shoulda been  woulda been  coulda been the cops
 Stop look and listen  you'll get a vision of hip hop
 Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
 See it all  be it all, you need a plan
 It takes one man to understand this
 Learn fuckin with a deadly gas, you get burned
 From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
 Every little bit you consume, the high cost
 of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
 Every man's given a tool, but don't use it
 Chorus: B-Real
 From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
 Every little bit you consume, the high cost
 Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
 But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
 the window of my room, I shoot all stars
 Every little bit you consume, is high cost
 Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
 But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
 [B-Real]
 From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
 the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
 Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
 out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
 No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
 So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
 or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
 I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
 Wherever I roam is home to me
 You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
 The influential status, you know the baddest
 Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
 Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
 Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin
 What are you a man or a mouse, the house light
 shinin within, that's when you begin to live again
 Chorus
 [Sen Dog]
 From my window I can see
 Humanity, goin insane G
 Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
 Only hardcore vatos on the set
 Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
 There it goes, the pride, you missed it
 I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin
 Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me
 Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
 Some sell their soul to get the cream
 From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
 I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
 See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
 Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
 Unlike some of these fools on the turf
 Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
 So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
 Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up
 Chorus
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Auteur: Larry Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes

Componist: ?

Publisher: Ruffhouse Records LP

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2008

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: IV (1998)

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