Hole In The Head Lyrics - Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill

(Sen Dog) Gangster Red, whassup yo? 

(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang 

Verse One: B-Real 

Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente 

See a gang, no there ain't no jugete 

Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down 

Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown? 

Plato, si mon, you want static 

When you reach for your gat to load your automatic 

(Boo-yaa!) Spittin out buckshots 

Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig 

Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco 

Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and 

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog 

A hole in your head 

A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head 

In your head! 

A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head 

You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head 

Huh!/In your head 

A hole in the head, a hole in the head 

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Verse Two: B-Real 

Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin 

See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in 

I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin 

Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin 

Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag 

But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag 

He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes? 

It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome 

Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome 

Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home 

But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty 

White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy! 

Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin 

Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon 

Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner 

And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner 

Still had the forty, comin at the alley 

Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink 

In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right 

Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on 

That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187) 

A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen) 

Get your ass down! And by the way 

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Chorus 

A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all 

Scooby Doo! 

A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all 

Doobie doo! 

A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all! 

Scooby Doo! 

A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all 

Verse Three: B-Real 

Six rollin up and now he's really baffled 

Brother's thinkin 'Damn I never got this gaffled' (to' up) 

Beat down (down) on the way to the station 

Gaffled up from a false accusation 

Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the 

attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined 

Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya 

Wet ya, you know homes the picture 

(Yeah you never been to jail boy!) 

Broomstick up your ass 

And by the way, you get 

Chorus 2X 

(Sen Dog) Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up 

This is hell boy 

(Gst Red) It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang 

(Sen Dog) What side is that Red? 

(B-Real) Can they kick it? 

Can they kick it? 

Yeah, can they kick it? 

I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it