Founds total 14 songs
Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill. Yo, bringin' it on Cubans meet the Haitians. Perfect combination, check it. . You say guns, I say pistolas. Well, if you got beef son.
Boom Biddy Bye Bye (fugees Remix)
Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill. Yo, bringin it on. Cubans meet the Haitians. Perfect combination, check it. . One: Wyclef, B-Real. . You say guns. I say pistolas.
The Phuncky Feel One
Are you ready?. Ladies and gentlemen. Bout ready to get down?. (repeat 2x). . Ladies and gentlemen. . Verse One: B-Real. . Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
Tequila Sunrise (uncensored Remix)
Pa la salud. Pa la salud primero yo. Primero usted (Ayygghh!). . Cometelo joven. Cometelo jajaja. . Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker.
Tequila Sunrise (spanish Version)
Pa la salud. Pa la salud primero yo. Primero usted (Ayygghh!). . Cometelo joven. Cometelo jajaja. . Aqui estoy con mi barrio, listo a hacer feria. Cartel Cypress Hill esta en tu area.
Tequila Sunrise (remix Radio Edit)
Pa la salud. Pa la salud primero yo. Primero usted (Ayygghh!). . Cometelo joven. Cometelo jajaja. . Aqui estoy con mi barrio, listo a hacer feria. Cartel Cypress Hill esta en tu area.
Tequila Sunrise
Pa la salud. Pa la salud primero yo. Primero usted (Ayygghh!). . Cometelo joven. Cometelo jajaja. . Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker.
Stoned Raiders
1 for trouble, 8 for the road. 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load. Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk. I got'cha, thumpin' so hard. Up and down the boulevard.
Locotes
Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes. What you thinkin' homes. Wait 'till he turns around homes. (Echoed) Watch-out. All right I got your back homes, let's go.
Insane In The Brain
To the one on the flamboyant temper, just toss that ham. In the fryin' pan. . Like spam. Feel done when I come in slam. Damn. I feel like the son of sam.
Insane In The Membrane
Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese?. Don't you know I'm loco?. . To da one on da flamboyant tip. I'll just toss that ham in the fryin' pan like spam.
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.
Cock The Hammer
I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken. Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'. Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'. With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon.
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