No Rest For The Wicked Lyrics - Cypress Hill Iii (temples Of Boom) - Cypress Hill

"Bitch-ass motherfucka! Peter Pie ass nigga! Stand on your own two feet 

bitch! How the fuck you gon' bite somebody else's dick, nigga? Yours ain't 

long enough to put in your mouth! What's up with that shit?" 

(Background): "'Turn that shit up louder!' 

Muggs, make it rough." 

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 motherfucker who calls himself "wicked" 

No rest, no peace, no sleep 

Doughboy rolling down the Hill 'cause it's all steep 

Jackson, lemme figure out the name 

Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz' game 

But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with 

On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it 

Go on the head, gobble up the nuts 

Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up 

Talk about Eazy, correct yourself 

Cube, better sit back and check yourself 

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"Yeah, nigga! My homie thought he had a homie in you. He let you listen to 

our motherfuckin' cut, and you turned around and put some old "Friday" shit 

out. What kind of shit is that?" 

Hmmm... Let's talk about this 

First solo album on the east coast dick 

The east coast niggaz all showed ya love 

Especially the one known as the King Sun 

He tried to warn us niggaz about ya 

But nobody would listen 

Even began dissin' 

Two albums later, you callin' my crew 

All because ya wanna be Cypress Cube 

Shoulda known that you couldn't hang in the alley 

Good boy went to school out in the valley 

Fuck it, lemme make this understood 

Speakin' on Mama's little 'Boys in the Hood' 

"No Vaseline" 

Just a rope and a chair and gasoline (burning your ass up!) 

Lench Mob is a friend of mine 

But you talked about them niggaz from behind 

"You know what a chazzer is, O'Shea? 

A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight" 

Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide? 

Taadow, look at who's waitin' outside 

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"I got a can of kick-ass wit' your motherfuckin' name on it, Cube. You wanna 

come collect it, or should I bring it to you? 'Cause all that bullshit you 

doin', ain't shit fly about that shit... motherfuckin' thing, and I ain't 

bullshittin'. You beat them back then fuck off, and that's real. Kick 

rocks buster." 

Natural Born Bullshitta 

Lemme hit ya with a dose of reality when I get wit' ya 

Your homie came knockin', he had to chain my suit 

You put a pipe on your cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha 

Let me take you down under on a plane 

While everybody was going insane 

Took a look at the Real one: afro gone 

The next morning, you didn't have yours on 

How many ways will you bite my shit? 

Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set? 

Caution, when you enter the zone 

Never used to bang 'til you hit the microphone 

I got Cube melting in a tray 

Pulling up his card and fucking up his "good day" 

Unoriginal rap veteran 

The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends 

Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea 

Fuck 'im, and send him on his way! 

"Cypress muthafuckin' Hill, the hardest mothafuckin' posse there is out here 

nigga. So how d'you figure you was gonna step to this? Yeah nigga, the big 

damn-wham-bam Cypress Hill. Tibby-tibby-toe fool, all for your mothafuckin' 

dope. Nigga, you can't hang with the hill. W' the fuck you was thinkin' 

about? You know you step to this, you gotta step correct, 'cause Cypress 

ain't havin' that shit. Yeah nigga, we crack and fuck you next, who gives a 

fuck, a mad fuck? So bring it on, if you wanna test it."