Текст песни Cypress Hill - Hole in the Head
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[Sen Dog] Ganxta Ridd, whassup yo?[Gxt Rid] It`s a Tribe thang[Verse One: B-Real]Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuenteSee a gang, no there ain`t no jugeteRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled downWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?Plato, si mon, you want staticWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic(Boo-yaa!!) Spittin out buckshotsHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pigCause no one could handle, I wind up, and locoInsane in the brain, you get the bullet and[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]A hole in your headA 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 headYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head Huh!/In your headA hole in the head, a hole in the head[Verse Two: B-Real]Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpinSee a fine heina, c`mon baby jump inI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethinMe and you, bruca, we should be humpinHoney likes the mack, homey`s got her in the bagBut there`s vato`s rollin out, and they`re stickin up the flagHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?It`s on... he sees him reachin for his chromeBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the BromeHoney`s in the back but she just wants to go homeBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a fortyWhite boy at the counter`s thinkin oh lordy lordy!Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttinPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells baconDips out the store, one-time hits the cornerAnd he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop WarnerStill had the forty, comin at the alleySeen the chief`s son, pig Officer O`Malley, oinkIn the black and white thinkin he`s gonna check him rightWrong, hah, it`s gonna be onThat 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 baffledBrother`s thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to` up)Beat down (down) on the way to the stationGaffled up from a false accusationOink to the pen, you know homes the one that`s where theattitudes apply and where the punks`ll be dinedMade a comb to a shank, I`m gonna stick yaWet ya, you know homes the picture(Yeah you never been to jail boy!) Broomstick up your assAnd by the way, you get[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up This is hell boy[Gxt Rid] It`s a Tribe thang... straight up! It`s a Tribe thang[Sen Dog] What side is that Ridd?[B-Real] Can they kick it? Can they kick it? Yeah, can they kick it? I`m Sirnose and they cannot kick it