| Song | Psychodelic Vision (Explicit Version) |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Stoned Raiders |
| 作曲 : Lawrence Muggerud/Louis Freese | |
| I'll admit, | |
| I was a wild seed when | |
| I was a kid | |
| Slangin' dope, poppin' | |
| Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin | |
| Psychedelic visions would ensue my view | |
| Feelin' the alter-states as they altered my fate | |
| But I [Incomprehensible], all that distorted shit brought it up | |
| I came short and couldn't afford to store it up | |
| So I began to record it on audio | |
| The autobiography of | |
| Luis Mario | |
| Somethin' that's unbelievable, inconceivable | |
| That half the shit | |
| I set out to do was achievable | |
| But alas, look at all the shit come to pass | |
| While we remained strong, others broke like glass' | |
| Cause you lack style, and you need all the help brother' | |
| Cause you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover | |
| This side up, for the celebrity | |
| Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity | |
| Oh, it's true, | |
| I got you in an angle like | |
| KurtBut don't go gettin' your fuckin' feelin's hurt | |
| I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace | |
| I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin' out your dermis | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| You know me and you've grown with me | |
| And if I had a big enough pad, | |
| I'd take you all home with me | |
| I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me | |
| I'm hangin' out with the people of my posse | |
| Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions | |
| Spreadin' gossip like disease, creatin' lots of tension | |
| People turn around when you become a star it seems | |
| But others hate you all 'cause you've fulfilled all your dreams | |
| They smile in your face and act like nothin's wrong | |
| When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs | |
| Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye? | |
| You afraid | |
| I might blast-off and call you on your life? | |
| Take a deep one, and peep son | |
| Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run | |
| You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son | |
| You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| You know they smile in your face | |
| You know they try to take space | |
| I let you punks know you ain't safe' | |
| Cause you know you're just dead-weight | |
| But at the present day they gettin' stalled out for some reason | |
| But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season | |
| Charged with high-treason, | |
| I'm easin' the blow never[Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', ain't gonna roll forever | |
| So think about that, is it worth the pain? | |
| When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain | |
| But you're thick-headed, numskull and rick said it"It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded" | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| I got my 9millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| You know they smile in your face | |
| You know they try to take space | |
| I let you punks know you ain't safe | |
| You know they just can't wait | |
| You know they smile in your face | |
| You know they try to take space | |
| I let you punks know you ain't safe | |
| You know they just can't wait |
| zuò qǔ : Lawrence Muggerud Louis Freese | |
| I' ll admit, | |
| I was a wild seed when | |
| I was a kid | |
| Slangin' dope, poppin' | |
| Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin | |
| Psychedelic visions would ensue my view | |
| Feelin' the alterstates as they altered my fate | |
| But I Incomprehensible, all that distorted shit brought it up | |
| I came short and couldn' t afford to store it up | |
| So I began to record it on audio | |
| The autobiography of | |
| Luis Mario | |
| Somethin' that' s unbelievable, inconceivable | |
| That half the shit | |
| I set out to do was achievable | |
| But alas, look at all the shit come to pass | |
| While we remained strong, others broke like glass' | |
| Cause you lack style, and you need all the help brother' | |
| Cause you' re fragile, and it should say it on your cover | |
| This side up, for the celebrity | |
| Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity | |
| Oh, it' s true, | |
| I got you in an angle like | |
| KurtBut don' t go gettin' your fuckin' feelin' s hurt | |
| I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace | |
| I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin' out your dermis | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don' t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don' t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| You know me and you' ve grown with me | |
| And if I had a big enough pad, | |
| I' d take you all home with me | |
| I don' t walk around with bodyguards, that' s not me | |
| I' m hangin' out with the people of my posse | |
| Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions | |
| Spreadin' gossip like disease, creatin' lots of tension | |
| People turn around when you become a star it seems | |
| But others hate you all ' cause you' ve fulfilled all your dreams | |
| They smile in your face and act like nothin' s wrong | |
| When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs | |
| Why don' t you take your mask off, look me in the eye? | |
| You afraid | |
| I might blastoff and call you on your life? | |
| Take a deep one, and peep son | |
| Retribution comes around more than once, like a rerun | |
| You' re a cheap one to kill, so steep son | |
| You' re just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don' t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don' t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| You know they smile in your face | |
| You know they try to take space | |
| I let you punks know you ain' t safe' | |
| Cause you know you' re just deadweight | |
| But at the present day they gettin' stalled out for some reason | |
| But not from me, because it' s punkhunt season | |
| Charged with hightreason, | |
| I' m easin' the blow never Incomprehensible, that you' re leasin', ain' t gonna roll forever | |
| So think about that, is it worth the pain? | |
| When you flirt with pain, bitch you don' t hurt your brain | |
| But you' re thickheaded, numskull and rick said it" It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded" | |
| I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don' t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| I got my 9millimeter at my waist, papa | |
| I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa | |
| If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa | |
| I don' t wanna but you dug your own grave, papa | |
| You know they smile in your face | |
| You know they try to take space | |
| I let you punks know you ain' t safe | |
| You know they just can' t wait | |
| You know they smile in your face | |
| You know they try to take space | |
| I let you punks know you ain' t safe | |
| You know they just can' t wait |