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tony touch - i know the rules (mi vida loca) (feat.… lyrics

f/ cypress hill

[tony touch]
well it’s the alley cat, puffin on a hoody mack
some say i’m a t-tere, but yo i ain’t all of that
hit you wit a baseball bat if you try to i’ll though
f-ck around you get bucked on the hill bro
mr. tony toca, rollin wit the joker
east l.a. to bushwick, cosa nostra
bring it to you b-tch -ss clicks like we supposed
cypress hill in full effect wit the mota
ain’t nuthin changed but the date, so f-ck wit jake
expect me to cut the cake, it’s much to late
i’m takin it all, send you to the back of the line
breakin you off, watchin you react to the rhyme
me packin the nine, nah that’s a whole other game
cuz if i’m forced to pull out, i’mma blow out ya brain
yo, what we feel, never go wit the grain
it’s tony touch and b-real still goin insane

[chorus 2x]
mi vida loca, get blast
money moves, you snooze you loose
punk n-gg-, you know the rules
we strike first, we hit hard, no regard
and move weight, international, state to state

[b-real]
maginifico, here we go, me and tony toca
my name ain’t ricky but i’m livin the vida loca
serial rhyme killa, the paper spinner
eatin the p-ssy sup, havin you for dinner
like a fur tinner, makin you loose it over the years like a winner
i can’t abuse like a picketer, i send it a flow, control temper
we into the party, wit bounce and yo go get ya
all this other sh-t don’t really matter
i’d rather be open your grave, relivin my bladder
ain’t nothin sadder, the mad hatter
make a fine cheddar, keep climbin the ladder
you try follow after, i’m sorry to shatter your dream
splatter your spleens, scatter your teams
bad as it seems, n-gg-s will follow the beam
money cream, funny things, happen when you runnin things

[chorus 2x]

[b-real]
time to put a little pressure, but the addresser
you get no lesser, microphone finesser
rhymes go like pressure, and listen never
whether you gather to go, never become richer
keep the punk n-gg- b-tch up
pain change like a woman -ss switch up
you rhyme on the mic like you ate a d-ck up
mouth full, blown talk, not to hiccup
pick up your brain off the ground wit the vacuum cleaner
life’s a b-tch like elliott misdemeanor
i have you -ss up wit the sharp cleaver, thru the receiver
spot it like rhyme weaver, follow the leader
sh-t’s off the f-ckin meter, drum beater
side reader, while we puffin the cold ‘hebba

[chorus .6x]

[tony touch]
yeah mr. cocot-sso, hit you wit a baso
say h-llo to my little friend, posa caso
tato, now that’s all she wrote
m-th-f-ckas think i fell for the okie doke
but you can quote me loke, cuz the joke’s on you
soul -ss-ssins in the house, you better hold on to
now you can watch these rap n-gg-s just roll on through
or you can get up and get involved it’s on you
u know the rules

- tony touch lyrics

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