Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (live) - Cypress Hill

I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye 

hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride. 

I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA. 

where you never know if you'll be making it home today 

So many different attitudes that I come across 

I'm harden and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss 

hustlers, hookers, killers, and thieves out on the street 

got my mind warped just found another corpse on the beat bound 

gagged rapes I'm frustrated I hate it found a woman in the 

dumpster body was mutilated 

bad dreams all up in my head no lie 

sometimes I got to take a sniff so I could get by 

why don't I get help to settle my nerves I got the erg 

to merge this bullet with my brain release my pain 

what a fuckin shame I don't wanna live 

I'll paint the wall with the bloodstains eye of the pig 

I see it all 

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(hook) 

Through the eye of the pig.repeat 

(scratches) 

I've been on the force over twenty years I can say 

that I'm worse than some of these mother fuckers I put away 

I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw above the law 

looking through the eye of the pig I see it all. 

drug abusers drug dealin and the gangbang 

pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hanging. 

These days you can't tell who's who in the world 

Is that a shore or is that an innocent young girl. 

Fuck I need a drink and I'm almost of 

at the precinct its like an AA meeting all gone wrong. 

I.A got an eye on my close friend Guy 

for take supply from evidence from a bust on a buy 

that doesn't concern me we never rat on eachother 

we went through the academy just like fratbrothers 

its midnight I only have an hour left on my shit 

I think I'll get my dick sucked by this bitch 

my marriage is all fuck my wife is with the neighbors 

supeanaed now I gotta sign thse fuckin divorce papers 

I recall happier times before the fall 

looking through the eye of the pig I see it all. 

Photos 

(hook) 

Through the eye of the pig.repeat 

(scratches) 

Now I'm on my way back to the station to check out 

so I could go home relax take a drink and think about 

my abrupt change out of the clean to the corrupt 

looking through the eye of the pig I'm all fucked 

no longer can I determine who's the criminal 

to the innocent man down to the pedafile 

no one give a fuck about me I'm slippin into darkness 

I'm coming to grips and feelin heartless 

What's this a dark green truck tinted windows 

dually modified probably a drug dealer 

pulled over to the curb take you key out of the ignition 

raise your hands out the windows in the get 'em high position 

don't move or I'll blast your fuckin head off 

just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off 

don't give that bullshit I've heard about your raps 

I'll your talking about is slangin and shooting off your straps 

okay Mr. B Real get the fuck out of the truck 

I love it how all you fuckin rappers think you're so tuff 

get your ass out I don't no probable-cause 

you got a big sack of coke so take a pause.