Cypress Hill

Letra de Cock The Hammer (Liive)

Letras de Cypress Hill

"Cock The Hammer (Liive)"

I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken
 Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
 Speakin' to the punk-ass victim
 With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon
 
 Jones house, cough without the bones
 I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
 Split the seed and grow you like clones
 Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
 But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
 With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again
 
 I can make you famous like Amos
 Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus
 Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl!
 I got the night vision just like the wise old owl
 
 I'm comin' ta fetch ya
 Yeah, Homes I'm wit' ya
 Bury them bones
 Under my home and
 
 Cock the hammer!
 Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
 Cock the hammer!
 Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
 
 With my weapon, step into a whole new realm
 And step back, as I take up the helm
 On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
 Jump into gear and
 Just realize what you're hearin'
 
 The cannon's sounded
 That's my companions surrounded
 As my crew comes pounding
 As the captain
 Afro-america
 Whole lotta gattin'
 With the loc'ed out latin
 
 Busted!
 Yo, a red beard with a musket
 Better duck quick 'cause ya might get dusted
 Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
 Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
 Yes I know that you can't withstand it
 Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it
 
 With a steel-toe, how you feel now
 When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
 Cry on a pillow, weeping ass willow
 The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo
 
 Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
 Gimme room as I light up the boom
 Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
 Ever heard a Glock go `click' like a camera?
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