No Rest For The Wicked - Cypress Hill
Bitch ass muthafucka Peter pie ass nigga, stand on your own two feet bitch How the fuck you gon bite somebody elses dick Nigga, yours aint long enough to put in your mouth punk Watsup with that shit Muggs, make it rough. (Muggs) So many fools swingin' from my sack, Let's talk about the one who had my back! Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the muthafucka who calls himself wicked! No rest, no peace! No sleep, Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! Jackson... Lemme figure out the name, Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game! But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it! Go on the head, gobble up the nuts, Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up! Talk about Eazy, correct yourself. Cube, better step back & check yourself! Yea nigga, my homie [?] he had a homie in you He letchu listen to a muthafuckin cut And you turned around and put some [?] What kind of shit is that (Muggs) Hmmm... Let's talk about this First solo album on the east coast dick! The east coast niggaz all showed ya love, Especially the one known as The King Sun! He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha But nobody would listen, even began dissin' Two albums later, you callin' my crew, All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube! Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley, Good boy went to school out in the valley. Fuck it, lemme make this understood, Speakin' on mama's little Boy N Da Hood! No Vaseline, Just a rope & a chair & gasoline! Lench Mob is a friend of mine, But you talk about them niggaz from behind. You know what the Hossack(sp) is, O'Shea? A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight! Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide? Taadow! Look at who's waitin outside! I got a can of kickass witcha muthafuckin name on it cube You wanna come collect it or should I bring it to you Cuz all that bullshit your doin Aint nutin fly about that shit, muthafuckin thang And I aint bullshittin, you need to back the fuck off And dats real, kick rocks busta (Muggs) Natural Born Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha With a dose of reality when I get witcha! Your homie [?] Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha! Let me take you down under on a plane Where everybody was going insane! Took a look at the Real one, Afro comb! Next morning you didn't have yours on. How many ways will you bite my shit? Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set? Caution, when you enter the zone, Never used to bang 'til you hear the microphone! I got Cube melting in a Tray, Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day! Unoriginal rap veteran... The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends! Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea, Fuck'I'm, and send him on his way. Cypress muthafuckin Hill The hardest muthafuckin posse there is out here nigga So how didju think you could step to this Yea nigga, the big bow wow bam cypress hill Timmy timmy tone foo, all thru yah muthafuckin do' Nigga you can't handle the hill, dah fuck was you thinkin about You know you step to this, you gotta step to correct And cypress aint havin that shit, yea nigga We crackin fuckin necks, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck So bring it out if you wanna test it
Artist: Cypress Hill
Title: No Rest For The Wicked