Cypress Hill

Letra de Another Victory

Letras de Cypress Hill

"Another Victory"

Get ready motherfuckers!
 
 You can't fuck with the [spanish] 
 Please no interruptions 
 Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun 
 Like my rag top six-five 
 Smash you with the switches 
 The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches 
 Why you runnin like bitches 
 With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate
 Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what 
 You want this joint, suck it inhale nut 
 Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh 
 We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what 
 You understand, immitators gotta bail up 
 To all the males and females gangin' up 
 All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up 
 I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up 
 Slangin' cuts 
 
 [Chorus:] 
 
 Your squad against mine 
 You're minor leagues with major
 Detail the plans like verse 
 Hit hard, catch you off guard 
 Another Victory 
 
 I slay rappers with precision 
 I got vision like Anakin 
 You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin 
 My high lyrics constantly brain damagin' 
 Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin' 
 Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics 
 That play like a mandalin 
 I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' 
 I kill flows on tracks who abandonin' 
 I eat you like pussy, then take a sample, 
 Then spit fire in the places you standin' in 
 I take a fool to the Hill 
 Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin' 
 Now I see your whole brain's scramblin' 
 Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 I spark cells of a rhythm 
 You best listen, get it over with 
 Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it 
 Bitin' niggas clonin it,
 I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it 
 Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it 
 Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it 
 The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it 
 You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it 
 Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it 
 Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it 
 Five child in the world who's ropin' it 
 Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit 
 I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit 
 I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch 
 
 [Chorus]
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