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Tytuł: Another body drops

  • Wykonawca: Cypress Hill
  • Wy¶wietleń: 212

  
   [Verse One]
  My first mission
  Running through the hood with small jacks
  My memories popping in my head recall that
  Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
  Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views
  The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
  The other four homies on the scene with cocktails
  One nigga looking for po po
  Someone looking through windows
  The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb
  Adrenaline pumped up
  Still I remain calm
  House lit up
  You can see it for eight blocks
  Running through the hood
  Running from them fake cops
  They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up
  We broke out ran into the spot to meet up
  Strapped down cover up the tracks
  And back home
  Lay low earn me a strap
  Perfect
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
  Another body drop
  You can't stop the hip-hop
  
  [Verse Two]
  I'll hit your block up
  Better lock up
  Fuck the gangsta shit, it don't stop a
  I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal
  Going to the mall, and kill all your people
  Coast to coast, and a lil more evil
  The maniac killer
  Car so diesel
  Ride the block with m16
  44 mag
  Fit this here hand grenade
  I'll break it off right quick
  Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket
  Roll down their block they high they say fuck it
  Jump back and forth
  Like a assassin
  30 yards with the inferred action
  True pistolire
  Black Doc Holiday
  Just a true raider of the modern day
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  
  [Verse Three]
  I ran all missions
  When I was a youth so thoughtless
  G ride no fingerprints, its spotless
  6 4 sitting on easy we got this
  Rag top down like a stripper we topless
  See me hit the corner you melt down
  Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down
  Somebody screaming yo get the hell down
  I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound
  Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds
  Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds
  Its life in the hood
  No escaping the gun play
  One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way
  Rats in the park
  Dark scattering thugs spray
  Got you locked in, not one slug was stray
  I found ways out, but it seems to be one way
  Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday
  
  [Chorus 4X]