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Cypress Hill - Hole in the Head lyrics
Sen Dog] Gangster Red whassup yo? [Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang Verse One: B Real Madman gonna get cha quick with the cuente See a gang no there ain't no jugete Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down Who you lookin at you tryin to fade me clown? Plato si mon you want static When you reach for your gat to load your automatic (Boo yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots Homey say blood claat so you can call a pig Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog A hole in your head A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head In your head! A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head Huh!/In your head A hole in the head, a hole in the head Verse Two: B-Real Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes? It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy! Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner Still had the forty, comin at the alley Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187) A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen) Get your ass down! And by the way Chorus A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all Doobie doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all! Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all Verse Three: B-Real Six rollin up and now he's really baffled Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up) Beat down (down) on the way to the station Gaffled up from a false accusation Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya Wet ya, you know homes the picture (Yeah you never been to jail boy!) Broomstick up your ass And by the way, you get Chorus 2X [Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up This is hell boy [Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang [Sen Dog] What side is that Red? [B-Real] Can they kick it? Can they kick it? Yeah, can they kick it? I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it |
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