[Bobo] Once again We′re back It′s the big bad Cypress Hill You know what time it is
[Beat fades in] {5x} Whoop Legalize it, Cypress Hill will advertise it Legalize it (Yeah) Cypress Hill will advertise it Will ADVERTISE IT!
Chorus - Cypress featuring Kokane
Once Upon, *singing* Muggs, Sen Dog *Bing* B-Real and Bobo L.I.F.E (Now Here it is ) Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo) Cypress Hill is still here We′re from *?* those glad emcees Stilly Puffin Weed, Weed Why Diddely Why Why, Why, Why Why-y-y
[B-Real] Never fucked like this But I smoke blunts like this (Ha!) People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? (and like that?) Cuz I believe in doing what I got′ a A lot′ a people don′t understand nada The Mic burns you as it turn′s to a slaughter You wanna think about Chilling the fuck out You all (C′mon chill) Top Allah, Pop color Niggas, LatinThugs All my family love winners Beginners get pushed to back of the pack Invented and left out without no attack You′re at the top of the game But you work on a name It took one day to put us in the walk of fame (Yo) Don′t call a name to recall the fame Eventually Dru Hill is in the hall of fame You know what the deal is You know what the HILL is You know what the B-Real is You know what my skill is
Chorus & Hook 4X
[Sen Dog] I get mental This ain′t no pad and a pencil Throw the microphone my only utensil I tag the cheque like I got nothing to lose (That′s right) I test myself set up, just shut up And brew that C-Y-P-R-E-S-S Got you funky and I real deaf Put it to the test And you will confess Soul Assassins is the best Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (echoes) Sixth LP from that ThugDogLatin I turn the heat up and keep it hot Always give ya mo′ and then thank we got Phreak the HIP HOP and the hot ride I′m home to make shows and I came right At first ′self titled′ , became an idol Back when I was seen in a Sub town barrio
[CHORUS:] L is for the liars that have surrounded me I insurities my head down in these streets F my future there isn′t 1 E Eternal hope This is my life
I wake up every day to the same old foster mother I ain′t got no pictures of my mother She was a crack fiend nothing like pot mother She didn′t make a difference if though she Could′ve I′m a shame shame of my life Pappa cracky sold me twice On a late night stopped by And look in my eyes Bags from the tears that I′ve cried And the people who lied Telling me that this is my place Phony & try smile In my face When I should have know something Was rare smiled when she opened the mail Kept a nice mink on her back Meanwhile I got a goose & my goose got patches I′m so mad this is me I′m so hurt this is me So I shouldn′t be Well I goin be alright cause
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I′m pregnant by a dude & he not 16 But I like his style & his whipp is mean My mama told me to find a man to take care Of me & he does buy me things but he beats on me I come to her for a little advice So I show up with a black eye Telling me to know my place so I stay Waiting for my body phase Telling myself it just a little pregnancy phase When all in reality I′m being discourage & disrespected And under the pressure & I don′t really blame the man I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man Life could never understand my side of story being that it′s so consist 18 years And 9 months developing raised in a prison I guess I′ll never make a difference
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Born on to another is the least Of my problems Parents like deja vu My stomach is starving 3 months pregnant idiotically I departed So ashame of a life that was started I ask god if he can take the pain away He made me in denial of every word I pray Every day it′s the same old no talent I′m feeling like My life is unbalanced no telling what tomorrow going look Like yea right wrapped up in a fast light for a sudicial Act why is my life set up for a failure I can care Less with the people say to ya′ll we break out In rage venting all the hurt inside who am I To tell you what you fail to realize the voice that you hold Within you the voice that you are The Voice Of The Young People!