you And I-I-I-I don't like you And I-I-I-I don't want you here And I-I-I-I can't take you And I-I-I-I don't want you here
you wish to say on this matter before sentencing Bizzy Bone? [Bizzy:] No man (You know the muthafucka did it) [Judge:] Well the court sentences you to death by electric
) You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!) This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain
And look, tell me you ain't did it, you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business [Hook: Choir] And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the
So what you want huh - horns or halo? The man with the goat head or the law from Gabr-el I don't need a record label All I need is a mic and a hi-tech
I'm like The Thing, I'm just harder than y'all More baller than y'all, my gate money win on brunch, I'ma teach you how to stunt When I die, bury me bucked
all Chorus: I'm comin', I'm comin, You can't stop me, you can't stop me, I'm comin', I'm comin', Can't hold me back, uh uh, I'm comin', I'm comin, You
chillin?" "Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?" "Why?" "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?" "Yeah" "You know
there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you to death by electric
you gonna do? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra
What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance
I doin', what more can I say Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, nigga When you
I stopped smokin' stress You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't
don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all
when I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license
six where I'm from it's cold and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches dissappoint you but money won't
