Текст песни Cypress Hill - Dead Men Tell No Tales
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[B-Real]Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to boreFour score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even moreI`m here to enlighten you, with the hardcoreBring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plateAnd I`ll fill you up with the energy the Hill createI gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggyNow I`m fuckin with your head, and you realize that it`s trickyGot you paranoid, feeling the void, you can`t take itThe reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toyWith ya mind, all styles deployed, you find dangerin the stranger`s eye, the killin comes second natureYour battle filled up the mind it`s fallin out, hear you callin outfor help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourselfCrawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffinI`m pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin [Sen Dog]Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker[B-Real]Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. BigTake a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!) You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the sourceYour head is, gettin fucked and I`m skippin the intercourseBehold, the Mic Horse, you`re takin a loss niggaGot the Nina Ross, don`t need no cross, my fuckin paperchaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniatorThe greater the risk you fuckin haterHit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slowwith the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glowDead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reasonI`m easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it`s killin season[Sen Dog]Nighty-night, mothafucka[B-Real]Pam Pa Ra Ra (7x)