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Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane

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1 Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane
1 180 lectures
2 Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong
583 lectures
3 Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise (ft. B Smooth)
346 lectures
4 Cypress Hill ft. Damien Marley - Ganja Bus
183 lectures

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MP3 : Black Sunday / Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane (1993)

Black Sunday / Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane (1993)

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  • Titre : Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane
  • Album : Black Sunday
  • Année : 1993

Paroles :

Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?

To da one on da flamboyant tempa
I just toss that ham on the fryin pan
like spam
it's done when I come in slam
damn, I feel like the son of sam
don't make me wrek shit
hectic next to the chair
got me goin' like general electric
errr
the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin'
it's all over when go out drinkin'
OH makin' my mind slow,
that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh
bro, I got ta' maintain
cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane

[chorus]
insane in da membrane
insane in da brain!
insane in the membrane
insane in the brain!
insane in the membrane
fred's insane, got no brain!
insane in the membrane
insane in the brain!

Do my shit undercover
now it's time for for the blubba
blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
fat boy on a diet don't try it
I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot
my shits fat like a sumo slammin' dat ass
leavin' your face in the grass
you know I don't take a dulo lightly
punk just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me
so kick that style, wicked wild
happy face nigga never seen me smile
rip dat mainframe
I'll explain
a nigga like me is goin' insane

[chorus]

Like louie armstrong
played the trumpet
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my props
cops
come and try to snatch my crops
these pigs wanna blow my house down
head undrground to the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
and I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad
yes I'm the pirate pilot
of this ship if I get
wit' the ultraviolet dream
hide from the red light beam
now do you believe in the unseen
look, but don't make you eyes strain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
[chorus]
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# Posté le samedi 15 novembre 2008 07:39

Modifié le mercredi 06 mai 2009 13:12

MP3 : Black Sunday / Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong (1993)

Black Sunday / Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong (1993)

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  • Titre : Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong
  • Album : Black Sunday
  • Année : 1993

Paroles :


Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong

Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
And take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat coal
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
I'm skill it, there's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when i get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As i take hits from the bong...

Hits from the bong y'all
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong

Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don't straaaain
I love you mary jane
She never complains, when i hit mary
With that flame, i light up the cherry
She's so good to me, when i pack a fresh bowl i clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water
Is makin' it pure so i got ta', take my hit and hold it
Just like chong, i hit the bowl and i reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As i take hits from the bong

Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a hit?

Straighten your dick out...
Can i get a hit? ...

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# Posté le lundi 08 décembre 2008 15:27

MP3 : Cypress Hill IV / Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise (ft. B Smooth) (1998)

Cypress Hill IV / Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise (ft. B Smooth) (1998)

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  • Titre : Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise (ft. B Smooth)
  • Album : Cypress Hill IV
  • Année : 1998

Paroles :



B-R: Pa' la salud!
(to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)



Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm (mother fuck)

Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!

Chorus

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die

So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit
in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: B-Real

Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music intro)
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# Posté le lundi 19 janvier 2009 11:30

Modifié le lundi 19 janvier 2009 11:49

MP3 : Till Death Do Us Part / Cypress Hill ft. Damien Marley - Ganja Bus (2004)

Till Death Do Us Part / Cypress Hill ft. Damien Marley - Ganja Bus (2004)

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  • Titre : Cypress Hill ft. Damien Marley - Ganja Bus
  • Album : Till Death Do Us Part
  • Année : 2004

Paroles :



[Damian Marley]
All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus
We now want the new weed, beat under us
Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous
Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust
Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us
Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
Fit in ganja weed, always notorious
Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious
We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's
Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro
You want my roll, on someone you hardly know
This Marley grow, no time to move feet
Make it slow, you tellin' me no
Say you want to start the show
Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow
You start to take, substances up in your nose

[Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
No nina where you find me
Some boy go rich, blow ninety
We're smokin' like a genie
The skunky and the greenie

[B-Real]
On the ganja bus, they comin' after us
We makin' stops all over Los Angeles
On the block, where the weed that get scandalous
When we run around, police can't handle us
They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us
They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch
Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas
Yo sé, que el juego es dificil para usted
Despiertate, no dejes tu gente ver
Tu situación cuando no puedes mantener
En fuerza que nosotros, enseñale
Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondete
Portate, we flyin' up tu saint tropez
And if you want we can jet through Montego bay

[Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X]
No nina where you find me
Some boy go rich, blow ninety
We're smokin' like a genie
The skunky and the greenie
Senn Dogg!

[Sen Dog]
Cuando fumo yo no juego, pásame el fuego
Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos
En la mańana cuando me levanto
Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso
Enamorado con la yerba buena
comida cubana y las nalgas morenas
todas las nenas saben que yo tengo
las colitas, vete en mi leńo
no hay nadie que me quite el vicio
marihuano por vida, oiste chico?
Mundo entero quiero que me entiende
La Cannabis es buena pa' tu mente

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
It's so hazardous
Take a strive with us
When it's over California, we react the bus
We fabulous, your talk don't mean jack to us
Better fear for your ass when disaster come
Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up
For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up
You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up
Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up

[Chorus] (2x)
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# Posté le mercredi 06 mai 2009 12:45

Modifié le mercredi 06 mai 2009 13:21