Текст песни Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up
Cypress Hill f MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up слова песни
[MC Eiht]Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!Geeyeah..Infiltration be our daily operation for chasinCross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversationPenetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitationGreenery, hand-picked, from my own plantationFeels the heat, under the som-breroto any amigo that`s tryin to, stop the dinerosChills with, senoritas, like charroGet drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrowFollow, my flow, get the cash and goCall my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico CityLoose lips sink ships, faker faces got guiltDidn`t mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..cool, homey, I`ll bring some fuckin skunkThe homey smuggle me across lines in a trunkJust like a bird I`m free, in a landwith no fuckin extradition treaty, I`m out, geyeah"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill"[B-Real]B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill meYou silly bitches never respect, neglect moneyYou funny or broke, think it`s a joke, your nose is runnyGot my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocalsfrom the Eastside, where it`s loco sellin the pocoFrom the two G`s, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the baconYou hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takinEvading the pigs, raiding my crib, I`m mad liband I wanna live and I`m givin the message droppin the lessonFlippin shit, and I`m keepin em guessin they all stressinHit the lullaby, no confession, we in session"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill"[MC Eiht]We`s beez the three amigos, skates with nickel platesunder the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?Makin your body dissapear like a ghostOne time`s tryin to gaffle me, harassin metryin to send me to the penetentiary[B-Real]In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepinAnd the beat, just keeps on seepin into the streetWhile you peakin I`m meetin and greetin the people speakinand leadin the motherfuckers who`s seekin to catch, ruckusMeaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug usYou love us, you can`t stop, these mad audio hustlers"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X)