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Cypress Hill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Another Body Drops Lyrics - Cypress Hill

You ready homie? 

Yup 

 

My first mission runnin' through the hood to smoke jack 

With memories poppin' in my head recall that 

Late night creepin' through the alley with six deuce 

Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views 

A sawed off pump in my hand with two shells 

The other four homies on the scene with cocktails 

One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell 

Someone lookin' through windows the door bells 

 

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Goes off followed by the punk you gas bomb 

Adrenaline pumped up still I remain calm 

House lit up you could see it for eight blocks 

Runnin' through the hood run in front of the fade cops 

The game chased but they couldn't cover the streets up 

We broke out ran into the spot to meet up 

Strapped down covered up the tracks and back home 

Laid low earned me a stripe perfect no 

 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the head nod 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the hip-hop 

 

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Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the head nod 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the gunshots 

 

Yeah I'll hit your block up better lock up 

Fuck the gang ain't shit don't stop uh 

A mad dog with a bob in the reagle 

Go into mode and just kill all your people 

Coast to coast ain't a nigga more evil 

Now made me act a lot and call Sen Diesel 

Rock the block with the M 1 6 

.44 mag like a east war fit 

 

This here granade'll break you off right quick 

Be prayin' up to Jesus and all that shit 

Uh niggas be jackin' when they see my bucket 

Roll down they block they hide and say fuck it 

Come back in form of an assassin' 

Three hundred yards with the infrared action 

Troop is the layer black Doc Holiday 

Cuancho raider the modern day huh 

 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the head nod 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the hip-hop 

 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the head nod 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the gunshots 

 

Yeah, now shooting up your town them bad ass assassins, boy 

Thought you knew check this out, you better be packin', fool yeah 

 

I manned all missions when I was a youth so thoughtless 

G ride no fingerprints it's spotless 

Six bows hittin' all the Gs and we got this 

Rag top down like a stripper that's topless 

See me hittin' the corner you meltdown 

Slugs fly thugs die moment you fell down 

Somebody's screamin', "Yo take it the hell down!" 

 

I'm certified nigga when you're sittin' there spellbound 

No thoughts barkin' just hearin' the hell hounds 

Burn you with the heaters spittin' out twelve rounds 

It's life in the hood no escapin' the gun play 

Buy one day I'm out gotta figure out some way 

Rats in the park all scatter when guns spray 

Got you locked in now where do the slugs stray 

I found ways out but the street it be one way 

Got a dark mind no thoughts blacker than Sunday 

 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the head nod 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the hip-hop 

 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the head nod 

Shoot 'em up bang bang 

Another body dropped 

You can't stop the gunshots 

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