Текст песни Cypress Hill - Dead Men Tell No Tales

Cypress Hill IV
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Cypress Hill
Альбом: Cypress Hill IV
Длительность: 02:48
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[B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x) Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy Now I'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out for help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin [Sen Dog] Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker [B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x) WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!) You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source Your head is, gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss nigga Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin paper chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator The greater the risk you fuckin hater Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season [Sen Dog] Nighty-night, mothafucka [B-Real] Pam Pa Ra Ra (7x)
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