cypress hill – no rest for the wicked lyrics
b-tch -ss m-th-f-cka
peter pie -ss n-gg-, stand on your own two feet b-tch
how the f-ck you gon bite somebody elses d-ck
n-gg-, yours aint long enough to put in your mouth punk
watsup with that sh-t
muggs, make it rough.
(muggs)
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 m-th-f-cka 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 n-gg-z game!
but i’m the wrong n-gg- you wanna f-ck with
on my d-ck so hard, now ya wanna suck it!
go on the head, gobble up the nuts,
get your lips ready & tear this motherf-cker up!
talk about eazy, correct yourself.
cube, better step back & check yourself!
yea n-gg-, my homie (?) he had a homie in you
he letchu listen to a m-th-f-ckin cut
and u turned around and put some (?)
what kind of sh-t is that
(muggs)
hmmm… let’s talk about this
first solo alb-m on the east coast d-ck!
the east coast n-gg-z all showed ya love,
especially the one known as the king sun!
he tried to warn us n-gg-z aboutcha
but n-body would listen, even began dissin’
two alb-ms 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.
f-ck 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 n-gg-z from behind.
you know what the hossack(sp) is, o’shea?
a motherf-cking pig that don’t fly straight!
where ya gonna run to? where ya gonna hide?
taadow! look at who’s waitin outside!
i got a can of kick-ss witcha m-th-f-ckin name on it cube
you wanna come collect it or should i bring it to you
cuz all that bullsh-t your doin
aint nutin fly about that sh-t, m-th-f-ckin thang
and i aint bullsh-ttin, you need to back the f-ck off
and dats real, kick rocks busta
(muggs)
natural born bullsh-tta! 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 sh-t?
wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set?
caution, when you enter the zone,
never used to bang ’til you hear the microphone!
i got cube melting in a tray,
pulling up his card & f-cking up his good day!
unoriginal rap veteran…
the n-gg- who say he don’t steal from his friends!
don’t trust that n-gg- named o’shea,
f-ck’im, and send him on his way.
cypress m-th-f-ckin hill
the hardest m-th-f-ckin posse there is out here n-gg-
so how didju think u could step to this
yea n-gg-, the big bow wow bam cypress hill
timmy timmy tone foo, all thru yah m-th-f-ckin do’
n-gg- u can’t handle the hill, dah f-ck was you thinkin about
you know u step to this, you gotta step to correct
and cypress aint havin that sh-t, yea n-gg-
we crackin f-ckin necks, who gives a f-ck, a mad f-ck
so bring it out if you wanna test it
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