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I Remember That Freak Bitch
Aiy-yo!. . I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs. The Victoria's Secret, she give love. No matter which way you keep it. You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it.
I Ain't Goin' Out Like That
Let's kick it ese. . Comin' out da slums. It's da hoodlums. I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums. So bring it on when you wanna come fight this. Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress.
How I Could Just Kill A Man
It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things,. you know what I'm sayin'?. And it goes like this. . Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing.
Hole In The Head
(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.
Hits From The Bong
Do you want to get high?. Does everybody want to get high?. . Hits from the bong. Hits from the bong. Hits from the bong. Hits from the bong. . pick it, pack it.
Hit 'em High
(intro). Greetings, earthlings. We have now taken over your radioooo.... . (b-real). . Goin' straight through the hole. You ain't got no game. I'm breakin' ya out the frame.
Highlife
(B-Real). I rolled you up like my Rizla. Cut you up, with my sisters. You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters. Your style's trash: don't litter. You got the jitters the hardhitters.
High Times
Now this some baaad weeed.... . (B'Real:). The very first time I hit the weed I was young. Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81. Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers.
Here Is Something You Can't Understand
Yeah bitch. Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers. What you think about that?. You brother's don't got it. B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle. My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle.
Hands On The Pump
Well I'm an alley cat. Some say a dirty rat. On my side is my gat. See I'm all of that. Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha. Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha.
Hand On The Pump (muggs' Blunted Mix)
Verse One. . Well I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty rat. On my side you see my gat, see I'm all of that. Sendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetcha. Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha.
Hand On The Pump
Well I'm an alley cat. Some say a dirty rat. On my side is my gat. See I'm all of that. Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha. Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha.
Hand On The Glock
cypress hill. cypress hill. cypress hill. . Crusing through the neighborhood. Some say I'm no good. Claimin I'm a criminal. But lets make it understood.
Hand On The Clock
cypress hill. cypress hill. cypress hill. . Crusing through the neighborhood. Some say I'm no good. Claimin I'm a criminal. But lets make it understood.
Greed
[*Kokane laughing*]. . [Kokane]. People are so, so greedy. Tired of fake homies, homies, homies. (Why they hatin' on me). I don't know what.... (Y'all expect from me).
Get `em Up
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Goin' All Out, Nothin' To Lose
I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out. The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules. Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right. Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light.
Get Out Of My Head
uh.uh... yeah.... These voices up in my head.... . All these voices up in my head. Makin me dread, when I sleep at night. Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight.
Get It Anyway
I'mma do my thing, let me tell you right now. 'Cause I don't know any other way of livin' my life now. Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble.
Ganja Bus
All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus. We now want the new weed, beat under us. Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous. Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust.
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