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Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill - III

Boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye

Step back as I`m kicking up dust
For a while
As I put mothafuckas to rest
And pull their files

Out from the cabinet
With the picture
Get the 45 and settle it
With this punk nigger

Slow your roll
As I take control
Take your toke from the Indo`
Then hit and hold

Now let it out
How you feel when the herb
Got you by the balls
And you`re coughing up a lung anyhow

You can`t shake
That nigger that`s gonna brake
Fool
On any one member of your bitch crew

As I pull the trigger
On my nine
Say goodnight nigger
Boom biddy bye bye

Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an` don`t ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye

You ain`t never caught a rabbit
So you ain`t no friend of mine
It`s a habit
Barkin` up your tree with my nine

Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
A nick knack
Paddywack
Give the dog a bone
The raw dog
Fuck a law dog
Still handin` out beat-downs wit` my sawed-off
`Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up
Buckle up
Chin checking
It`s on I reckon
It`s the wild wild west
Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
Let me guess
Everybody wanna test
Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses
Laudy daudy
We`re fucking everybody
Boom biddy bye
Sing the lullaby
In the party

Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an` don`t ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye

Yes yes ya`ll
To the beat ya`ll
Watch a punk slipin` see the pouta fall
I`m buck-loody
Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me
`Cause the nigger gets so funky
Fool I`m the one
From
The big bad Cypress Hill clique, a
Number one son of the funk freaka
Yes yes ya`ll
I`ll be the one with the mad Buddha blast ya`ll
Comin` from the west ya`ll
But I figure
You`d cry like a bitch
Don`t twitch
`Cause I just might pull the trigga
Now lay down
Stay down

 

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