hides them all in bright stones this one for the scream waking from the nightmare this one for the hands won't stop burning all my colors won't stop burning
six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number
a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall A bitch who burns my pager
, once, once, yeah Once, once Ashes burn the morning after Only know I'm here to stay I was sold, I let you see me That was dumb, but that's okay Tripping
, squashed it ordained it Better yet sustained the flurry Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn
, I'll buck these n****z Can't nobody else get no money? This is our year, next year is our year The year after is our year, the year after is our year
like another sucker You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker Show them niggas you the biggest boss And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping
up Cypress Hill? Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid but the break of hits 'Causing me to take long trips
supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Jane I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast Dreaming and fending for the day, I could make some real cash Dropping album after album, platinum song after
we burning at shows The top shit, professionals get those Bred scrilla, an essence of gorilla b Cause it's hot shit, better go and get chose We burning
Now shit's so dope I can get charged with possession Professional, since cut from the umbilical Battle me your battle 'all be hysterical Don't trip
the brother couldn't respond back Tried to rhyme after me to hold the weight But the science done drive dem niggaz shoulder blades down Let's take a trip
got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, "What?" Everybody tripped and called me the 'Clown Devil Boy' 'Child of the witch heifer', whatever Tied me up, burned