| Song | No Rest For The Wicked |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| ...yo muggs, make it rough. | |
| So many fools swingin' from my sack, | |
| Let's talk about the one who had my back! | |
| Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it | |
| To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked! | |
| No rest, no peace! no sleep, | |
| Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! | |
| Jackson... lemme figure out the name, | |
| Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game! | |
| But i'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with | |
| On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it! | |
| Go on the head, gobble up the nuts, | |
| Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up! | |
| Talk about ezy, correct yourself. | |
| Cube, better step back & check yourself! | |
| Hmmm... let's talk about this | |
| First solo album on the east coast dick! | |
| The east coast niggaz all showed ya love, | |
| Especially the one known as king sun! | |
| He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha | |
| But nobody would listen, even started dissin' | |
| Two albums later, you callin' my crew, | |
| All because ya wannabe cypress cube! | |
| Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley, | |
| Good boy went to school out in the valley. | |
| Fuck it, lemme make this understood, | |
| Speakin' on mama's little boy n da hood! | |
| No vaseline, | |
| Just a rope & a chair & gasoline! | |
| Lench mob is a friend of mine, | |
| But you talk about them niggaz from behind. | |
| You know what the hossack(sp) is, o'shea? | |
| A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight! | |
| Where ya gonna run to? where ya gonna hide? | |
| Taadow! look at who's running outside! | |
| Natural born bullshitta! lemme hitcha | |
| With a dose of reality when i get witcha! | |
| Your homie...???????????????????? | |
| Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke | |
| Buddha! let me take you down under on a plane | |
| Where everybody was going insane! | |
| Took a look at the real one, | |
| Afro comb! next morning you didn't have yours on. | |
| How many ways will you bite my shit? | |
| Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set? | |
| Caution, when you enter the zone, | |
| Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone! | |
| I got cube melting in a tray, | |
| Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day! | |
| Unoriginal rap veteran... | |
| The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends! | |
| Don't trust that nigga named o'shea, | |
| Fuck'im, and send him on his way. | |
| Happy singalongs! |
| ... yo muggs, make it rough. | |
| So many fools swingin' from my sack, | |
| Let' s talk about the one who had my back! | |
| Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it | |
| To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked! | |
| No rest, no peace! no sleep, | |
| Doughboy rolling down the hill ' cause it' s so steep! | |
| Jackson... lemme figure out the name, | |
| Jack ' cause you be stealing other niggaz game! | |
| But i' m the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with | |
| On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it! | |
| Go on the head, gobble up the nuts, | |
| Get your lips ready tear this motherfucker up! | |
| Talk about ezy, correct yourself. | |
| Cube, better step back check yourself! | |
| Hmmm... let' s talk about this | |
| First solo album on the east coast dick! | |
| The east coast niggaz all showed ya love, | |
| Especially the one known as king sun! | |
| He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha | |
| But nobody would listen, even started dissin' | |
| Two albums later, you callin' my crew, | |
| All because ya wannabe cypress cube! | |
| Shoulda known you couldn' t hang in the alley, | |
| Good boy went to school out in the valley. | |
| Fuck it, lemme make this understood, | |
| Speakin' on mama' s little boy n da hood! | |
| No vaseline, | |
| Just a rope a chair gasoline! | |
| Lench mob is a friend of mine, | |
| But you talk about them niggaz from behind. | |
| You know what the hossack sp is, o' shea? | |
| A motherfucking pig that don' t fly straight! | |
| Where ya gonna run to? where ya gonna hide? | |
| Taadow! look at who' s running outside! | |
| Natural born bullshitta! lemme hitcha | |
| With a dose of reality when i get witcha! | |
| Your homie...???????????????????? | |
| Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don' t smoke | |
| Buddha! let me take you down under on a plane | |
| Where everybody was going insane! | |
| Took a look at the real one, | |
| Afro comb! next morning you didn' t have yours on. | |
| How many ways will you bite my shit? | |
| Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set? | |
| Caution, when you enter the zone, | |
| Never used to bang ' til you heard the microphone! | |
| I got cube melting in a tray, | |
| Pulling up his card fucking up his good day! | |
| Unoriginal rap veteran... | |
| The nigga who say he don' t steal from his friends! | |
| Don' t trust that nigga named o' shea, | |
| Fuck' im, and send him on his way. | |
| Happy singalongs! |