Cypress Hill

Letra de Boom Biddy Bye Bye

Letras de Cypress Hill

"Boom Biddy Bye Bye"

Boom biddy bye bye
 Boom biddy bye bye
 
 Step back as I’m kicking up dust
 For a while 
 As I put mothafuckas to rest
 And pull their files
 
 Out from the cabinet
 With the picture 
 Get the 45 and settle it
 With this punk nigger
 
 Slow your roll
 As I take control
 Take your toke from the Indo’ 
 Then hit and hold
 
 Now let it out
 How you feel when the herb 
 Got you by the balls 
 And you’re coughing up a lung anyhow
 
 You can’t shake
 That nigger that’s gonna brake
 Fool
 On any one member of your bitch crew
 
 As I pull the trigger
 On my nine
 Say goodnight nigger
 Boom biddy bye bye
 
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Put your ass on the floor an’ don’t ask why
 Boom biddy bye bye
 I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Any last prayers before you die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
 
 You ain’t never caught a rabbit
 So you ain’t no friend of mine
 It’s a habit
 Barkin’ up your tree with my nine
 
 Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
 A nick knack
 Paddywack
 Give the dog a bone
 The raw dog
 Fuck a law dog
 Still handin’ out beat-downs wit’ my sawed-off
 ’Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up 
 Buckle up
 Chin checking
 It’s on I reckon
 It’s the wild wild west
 Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
 Let me guess
 Everybody wanna test
 Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses
 Laudy daudy
 We’re fucking everybody
 Boom biddy bye
 Sing the lullaby
 In the party
 
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Put your ass on the floor an’ don’t ask why
 Boom biddy bye bye
 I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Any last prayers before you die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
 
 Yes yes ya’ll
 To the beat ya’ll
 Watch a punk slipin’ see the pouta fall
 I’m buck-loody
 Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me
 ’Cause the nigger gets so funky
 Fool I’m the one 
 From
 The big bad Cypress Hill clique, a
 Number one son of the funk freaka
 Yes yes ya’ll
 I’ll be the one with the mad Buddha blast ya’ll
 Comin’ from the west ya’ll
 But I figure
 You’d cry like a bitch 
 Don’t twitch
 ’Cause I just might pull the trigga
 Now lay down
 Stay down
 Don’t move a muscle if you see your homeboy’s brains on the ground
 Don’t fuck don’t say nothin’ 
 You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Line up on the floor now you’ all gonna die
 
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Put your ass on the floor an’ don’t ask why
 Boom biddy bye bye
 I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Any last prayers before you die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
 
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Put your ass on the floor an’ don’t ask why
 Boom biddy bye bye
 I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Any last prayers before you die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
 
 Boom biddy bye bye
 It’s time to die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Time to say good-bye
 
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Now it’s time to die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Now it’s time to die
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