Song | Killa Hill Niggas |
Artist | Cypress Hill |
Album | Original Album Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Diggs, Freese, Reyes | |
"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierdaAqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aquiMe sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!" | |
In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest | |
MC's 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, cream in my dream | |
Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures | |
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 thrown sent home in dead position | |
In the casket, best wishes | |
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes | |
Full out search for the body | |
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the party | |
No wins, no ends, no way | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered | |
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged | |
Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense | |
Power - U niggaz talkin fast like | |
Puerto Ricans | |
What you seekin, son | |
I catch cream like | |
Dominicans | |
Last Mohican, lyrics | |
I'm speakin, wild as | |
IndiansTomahawk - | |
Shaolin slang, the violent talk | |
Upstate New | |
York, where chumps get extorted for | |
NewportsWhat you thought? | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger- | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
That that that | |
I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger- | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger- | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morirYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier mariconQue no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo putaQuiero quemarte la cara!" | |
Words drop in chant, the cheeky - eyed slant | |
I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant' | |
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, few things surroundin me | |
Three 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 | |
Meadowlark | |
LemonFive part criminal, two part felon | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
That that that | |
I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger- | |
That that | |
I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger- | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back ease back | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger- | |
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por televisionTodos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yoVa a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerteDe ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangreMucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oirQue se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabronesQue con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culoTodos son unos mismos cabrones |
zuo ci : Diggs, Freese, Reyes | |
" Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierdaAqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aquiMe sirve a mi o va pa' l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!" | |
In the midst of the madness no question, who' s the baddest | |
MC' s 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, cream in my dream | |
Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures | |
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 thrown sent home in dead position | |
In the casket, best wishes | |
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes | |
Full out search for the body | |
Of the MC' s who be comin to disrupt the party | |
No wins, no ends, no way | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered | |
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged | |
Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense | |
Power U niggaz talkin fast like | |
Puerto Ricans | |
What you seekin, son | |
I catch cream like | |
Dominicans | |
Last Mohican, lyrics | |
I' m speakin, wild as | |
IndiansTomahawk | |
Shaolin slang, the violent talk | |
Upstate New | |
York, where chumps get extorted for | |
NewportsWhat you thought? | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
That that that | |
I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again" Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ' rebote' van a morirYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier mariconQue no me persiga a mi a la ' singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo putaQuiero quemarte la cara!" | |
Words drop in chant, the cheeky eyed slant | |
I' m takin these cannabis plants yo for grant' | |
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, few things surroundin me | |
Three 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 | |
Meadowlark | |
LemonFive part criminal, two part felon | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
That that that | |
I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That that | |
I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back ease back | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger" Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por televisionTodos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yoVa a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los ' singamasones' Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerteDe ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangreMucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oirQue se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabronesQue con la democracia, que nos ' tan singando en el culoTodos son unos mismos cabrones |
zuò cí : Diggs, Freese, Reyes | |
" Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierdaAqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aquiMe sirve a mi o va pa' l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!" | |
In the midst of the madness no question, who' s the baddest | |
MC' s 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, cream in my dream | |
Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures | |
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 thrown sent home in dead position | |
In the casket, best wishes | |
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes | |
Full out search for the body | |
Of the MC' s who be comin to disrupt the party | |
No wins, no ends, no way | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered | |
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged | |
Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense | |
Power U niggaz talkin fast like | |
Puerto Ricans | |
What you seekin, son | |
I catch cream like | |
Dominicans | |
Last Mohican, lyrics | |
I' m speakin, wild as | |
IndiansTomahawk | |
Shaolin slang, the violent talk | |
Upstate New | |
York, where chumps get extorted for | |
NewportsWhat you thought? | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
That that that | |
I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again" Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ' rebote' van a morirYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier mariconQue no me persiga a mi a la ' singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo putaQuiero quemarte la cara!" | |
Words drop in chant, the cheeky eyed slant | |
I' m takin these cannabis plants yo for grant' | |
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, few things surroundin me | |
Three 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 | |
Meadowlark | |
LemonFive part criminal, two part felon | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
That that that | |
I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That that | |
I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back ease back | |
Ease back, ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger | |
That I' m ever gonna let ya come back again | |
Ease back or | |
I squeeze up on the trigger" Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por televisionTodos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yoVa a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los ' singamasones' Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerteDe ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangreMucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oirQue se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabronesQue con la democracia, que nos ' tan singando en el culoTodos son unos mismos cabrones |