Roll It, Light It Cypress Hill, Rusko

it roll it roll it light it Pack your bowls light your blunts Light it Pack your bowls light your blunts Light it Pack your bowls light your blunts Light it Roll it roll it roll it light it Pack

Can't Keep Me Down (Feat. Damian Marley) Cypress Hill, Rusko

business Hit the kush brains mushed tastes so exquisite I pay a visit within sub conscience Thoughts and listen You see a vision collect your nine times optimistic Medicate don't hesitate form n twist it

Roll It Up, Light It Up Cypress Hill

where the weed at Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cause I want to get high like a plane in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighters So I can roll

Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up Cypress Hill

where the weed at Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cause I wanna get high like a plane In the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain Where the fuck are my zig zags and my lighters So I can roll

Shots Go Off Cypress Hill, Rusko

trade me the world show me Back to the love for the fake for the phony keep thedot when you're lonely homie and that's the way you go the drama falls guns and I rap for the soul and dangerous f*ck what it

Lez Go Cypress Hill, Rusko

Let's Go Rusko Gotta let go Never teams up in your dreams Party machine like Charlie Sheen We go hard you know my team Oh my god we're causing a scene Inside dreams so much steam Part of my life is too

High Times Cypress Hill

backyard boogie, I'm still stoned Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner I can remember when I could only get sess in those days Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze Roll

Light Another Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the buddha You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard

Everybody Must Get Stoned Cypress Hill

[Verse 1] Hit the joint, up the bomb, take a puff Till you just can't get enough Of the sunk a punk Pick an endo, wanna take control But the primaso puff on the endo (keep puffin') Let me take it

Valley Of Chrome Cypress Hill

with the master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan You crossed line, time for the light

Valley Of Chrome Cypress Hill

master plan Huntin for your head "How I Could Just Kill a Man" Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got you on the camcorder in the black minivan You crossed line, time for the light

The Funky Cypress Hill Shit Cypress Hill

[B-Real] I came to introduce a new type of juice Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose No you don't drink it, just let it sink it Then start feelin it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)

Whistle Crew Rusko

Whistles and horns, light a massive. Time to come alive inside the place. All Massive! Dubplate style. Oh Gosh! Inside the place; time to step up the pace. Whistle Crew!

Spark Another Owl Cypress Hill

[B-Real]: Who be the ones steppin' in the room, Everybody welcome to the temple of boom, Back, let me see ya fat indo sack, And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it, Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do

Red Light Visions Cypress Hill

s trying to get down But all you get is a peeled back, dome cap I'm not the one to be having that shit All these punk niggas better bow down and submit Niggas don't know how to "keep it real" Only

Stank Ass Hoe Cypress Hill

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha [B-Real] Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill

Ganja Bus Cypress Hill

[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

Ultraviolet Dreams Cypress Hill

Stuff should light now Oh that shit's good man! Ultraviolet dreams It's like the biggest joint man (Oh no!) That's the hook up! Ultraviolet dreams Hook up, this is!

Let It Rain Cypress Hill

Ya want me to set it Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded Let it rain And jackin' out fire What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher Now it's on Ain't gettin' domed Buckin' all these

Can I Get A Hit Cypress Hill

Handle it, handle it You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquete True, true You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed At the club, and they don't wanna share theirs

Worldwide Cypress Hill

You ain't got nothin' to say I been backin' up east side LA, all day Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw 'Cause

I Wanna Get High Cypress Hill

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas Yes I smoke

I Wanna Get High Cypress Hill

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas

Rock/Rap Superstar Cypress Hill

dreamin about blowin up the rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys sign autographs or whatever the people want from me it's funny how impossible dreams manifest and the games that be comin with it

Hits From The Bong Cypress Hill

Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second,

Bong Hit Cypress Hill

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

Hits From The Bong Cypress Hill

Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second, Don't

When The Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix) Cypress Hill

Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up Come along and take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me

The Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill

(repeat 2x) Ladies and gentlemen Verse One: B-Real Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've

The Only Way Cypress Hill

, don't ever contradict this That's why I only love to control it Love for my hood, and the niggas that I roll with Verse 1 B-Real I love LA, but it's a jungle We come from the darkest corners, where all

(Rock) Superstar cypress hill

Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Skull & Bones Song: (Rock) Superstar Typed by: mack69daddy_@hotmail.com [B-Real talking] Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' What's hot

Another Victory Cypress Hill

mandalin I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' I kill flows on tracks who abandonin' I eat you like pussy, then take a sample, Then spit fire in the places you standin' in I take a fool to the Hill

(Hidden Track) Cypress Hill

grab it Turn around spin see your face and jab it Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel For real penitentiary

Checkmate Cypress Hill

Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get

Till Death Do Us Part Cypress Hill

I kept you by me, but when we seperated I was thinkin foolishly Remember when your Ex-Boy tried to bug on me I told to bring it on and (?)

Till Death Come Cypress Hill

haven’t done We run you through the gambit son Leave you understandin’ what the street life is But you haters never understand so eat my dick You better keep your concentration if you’re ready to roll

Till Death Comes Cypress Hill

haven’t done We run you through the gambit son Leave you understandin’ what the street life is But you haters never understand so eat my dick You better keep your concentration if you’re ready to roll

Number Seven Cypress Hill

me what we havent done We run you through course son Leave you understanding what the street life is But you haters never understand So eat my dick You better Get on your concentration If you ready to roll

Riot Starter Cypress Hill

though I'm doing it my way, like Carlito Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up Riot....Starter

One Last Cigarette Cypress Hill

{*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*} Right {*duct tape being unrolled*} Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga?

Last Laugh Cypress Hill

[beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks] Right [duct tape being unrolled] Sho' you right You want a cigarette nigga?

Break It Up Cypress Hill

Break it up Cypress Hill, break it up Cypress, break it up Cypress Hill Cypress Hill! (repeat 13X to fade)

From The Window Of My Room Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear While others keep it inside

Pressure Rusko

(SCANNING: How can it be i deserve this?

(Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose Cypress Hill

[B-Real] I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right Pigs coming up and shining the bright light Nothing

Superstar Cypress Hill

shits funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin' with it Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto But you don't know about the blood, sweat, and tears and Losin' some of your

STONED IS THE WAY OF THE WALK Cypress Hill

Well it's the alley cat Puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal But yo I ain't all o' that Hit ya with a baseball bat An' ya wanna ill though Wanna mess around ya get bucked on the hill

Steel Magnolia (featuring Barron Ricks) (LP Version) Cypress Hill

cagney type shit, nicky santoro All my little short niggaz Joe pesci and all that shit like this yo" Fillin out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it

Break 'Em Off Some Cypress Hill

where ya gonna run to when I pull out the scooby do run let me break ya off some hit the floor cuz it aint no fun but here they come they must wanna get done No frontin' punk I'll break ya off

Break `Em Off Some Cypress Hill

where ya gonna run to when I pull out the scooby do run let me break ya off some hit the floor cuz it aint no fun but here they come they must wanna get done No frontin' punk I'll break