Tytuł: Nothin to lose

• Wykonawca: Cypress Hill
• Wyświetleń: 189

  
   [B-Real]
  I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out
  The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
  Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
  Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
  Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride
  when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
  Billy club show me no love, think you above
  all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
  Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
  Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
  You got nothin to lose, come on choose
  Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
  Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
  with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
  Sword blade swingin you back off away
  and the track off the real, straight off the Hill
  What the deal motherfucker?
  
  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog
  I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
  Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
  (I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
  Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
  Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
  Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
  (I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
  Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
  
  [Sen Dog]
  I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about
  Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
  Takin this pencil, across the brain
  Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
  all out my system, take em, and then I twist em
  Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
  As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
  Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
  Comin with the thunder and lightning
  Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
  So I keep the writing, down for the fighting
  Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
  And let me take space up, heat your face up
  I'm goin all out, before the raise up
  
  Chorus
  
  Come on, come on
  
  [B-Real]
  I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
  Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
  In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
  You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
  Expression, feelin the tension over the session
  The question, fillin your body with intention
  Don't mention the profession, keep adressin
  The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention
  I'm goin the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
  You better stall me out, no extension
  Only the strong will ever be settin the pace
  When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace
  No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
  Eight million stories in the city of furies
  Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
  I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this
  
  Chorus
  
  [Sen Dog]
  Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
  Comin to your record shop
  Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
  We choppin heads off
  And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
  This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium