Текст песни Cypress Hill - Killa Hill Niggas
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[Capitan Pingaloca]"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa` mierda. Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to` mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va pa`l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!"[B-Real]In the midst of the madness no question, who`s the baddestMC`s in the game runnin for the statusTake a few seconds to review the crewsSittin on top is the Hill lookin over youKilla Hill Niggas, cream in my dreamCookin up a scheme for all them big bank figuresThe world is yours, but it can be mine and hisBust you out the frame, I don`t give a fuck who it isNumber one mission, oppositionGet thrown sent home in dead positionIn the casket, best wishesAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishesFull out search for the bodyof the MC`s who be comin to disrupt the partyNo wins, no ends, no waythat I`m ever gonna let ya come back again![RZA]Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shatteredSabas get blasted for words he packagedPeep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defensePower-U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto RicansWhat you seekin, son I catch cream like DominicansLast Mohican, lyrics I`m speakin, wild as IndiansTomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talkUpstate New York, where chumps get extorted for NewportsWhat you thought?[B-Real]Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger- that I`m ever gonna let ya come back again.. that that that I`m ever gonna let ya come back againEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger- that I`m ever gonna let ya come back againEase back, ease backEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger- that I`m ever gonna let ya come back again[Capitan Pingaloca]"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi `rebote` van a morir Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me persiga a mi a la `singadapuerta`. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la cara!"[U-God]Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slantI`m takin these cannabis plants yo for grant`Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soonFrom a dune in the desert Mega-Babylon pleasureComin out the domepiece, smell my aromaWarrior nomad, put you in a comaComma, llama, smash-crashin your armorDrama, I`m a, stealth aircraft bomberHere is where I dwell at the gates o` hellIt ain`t where you`re from it`s where you`re in the mentalsAnd if not yo, credentials are essentialI see reality, few things surroundin meThree like a spread, precise strikes the lyricNot frontin or braggin, hundred percent red dragonPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can`t imagineThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark LemonFive part criminal, two part felon[B-Real]- that I`m ever gonna let ya come back again.. that that that I`m ever gonna let ya come back againEase back or I squeeze up on the trigger- that that I`m ever gonna let ya come back againEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger- that I`m ever gonna let ya come back againEase back.. ease back..Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger- that I`m ever gonna let ya come back againEase back or I squeeze up on the trigger..[Capitan Pingaloca]"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television. Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los `singamasones`, que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con la democracia, que nos `tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos cabrones..."