Текст песни Cypress Hill - 16 Men Till Theres No Men Left
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Ladies and gentlemenWe would like to present to youA group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelousLadies and gentlemen, cypress, hill[b-real] 16 men on a dead mans list[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo![b-real] 16 men till theres no one left[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!Verse one: b-realSo many fuckin emcees claim supremacyOn whose got hip-hop locked, it could never beOne who is solo, runnin the whole gameThats bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaineBut Im taking on all comers, droppin bombersReducin numbers, makin it hot like the summerThis, one emcee he couldnt deal with the skillLike jack did jill, I rolled his ass down the hillBeaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhymeLike a hooker, suckin a dick for the first timeHis, rhyme was hollow with no flow to followBust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollowI take 16 emcees, lock em in a roomMake em feel the contact, eatin the mushroomsPlayin with your mind, makin you feel the forceHad to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the sourceTried to get xxl, they still fellBitches go tell your troubles to montel[b-real] 16 men now theres 13 left[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo![b-real] 16 men now theres 13 left[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!Verse two: b-realIm trippin on the people controllin the airwavesGot it goin on, you know it all, but God saveYour ass for clashin with the soul assassinThats like mike fuckin with poppa joe jacksonAss-whoop all over the place, you cant hide behindThe physical, better run to the spiritualAss-whoop critical, or you can get itFrom the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisibleDysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your faceThe fuckin cynical shit brainsAs I sit back and say, tally-ho!One of these days your punk ass gonna goGuess you had a key to figure the fuckin flowBut youre locked out, and the bombs about to blow[b-real] 16 men let me see whos next[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo![b-real] 16 men till theres no one left[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!Verse three: b-realTwelve punks to go, whos next on the listMatter of fact I got one in my head to fixThere was one particular fool in the circle who fell offGreed overcame the nigga who at all costsChanged up to gain it all, but shared noneWho made him all the money to overcome? Niggaz up on the hill, in the labHe was rollin big balla style, high profileOh child, make me wanna act juvenileAll smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute nowWelcome to the 360, degreesPay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheeseNo soul, no conscience, no loyaltyTo the niggaz who got him treated, like royaltyAiyyo times up, youre gonna end up seein visionsOf everybody, you fucked over, youre scared sober[b-real] 16 men till theres no one left[sendog] yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go[b-real] 16 men till theres no one left[sendog] yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta goVerse four: b-realFuck the hater with the symbol and no soulAnd that bitch nigga who stole my car stereoTrick deez, gets no love, she gets nutsLike ass miller, and that fuckin ex-dealerCant forget the nigga who was down with the hill-aAnd that punk who tried to dip into the squealerYou get bucked like c. tucker and will bennettLet me step, over the hump, and represent itYou go down like jerry, and get smackedLike trick leo, now heres your fuckin eulogy-o![b-real] that was 16 men now theres no one left[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo[b-real] 16 men now theres no one left[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo