Dust

Cypress Hill

Composición de: Cypress Hill/George Fleming/Louis Freese
When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team 
looking for theme between cracks searching for cream 
physical image can never be lost 
never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own 
suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images of plastic 
material whenever your ready your steady rolling with deadly and friendly 
territorial glorious story you've heard nothing but bull for me 
Comming from ghetto the güero the heart in the metal 
settle for gas as we passing you fast in the pedal 
head to the floor and the horror is starting to pour 
everything I just threatened your blood you can't take it no more 
why did you try to forget it I said it to FUCK OFF!! 
now you'll be headed said I'm making you try to do laws 
that's what you get for faking it hot and no more 
living I'm sucker I'm pushing the bomb. 

Chorus: 

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore 
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more 
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day 
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff 
excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want 
it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust. 

???? is loaded with snakes serpents who come and they take 
pieces of those who they break bodies are found in the lake 
only the victims its pass you thought that you gonna last 
pockets all over the cash now that you're actually grass 
high kids taking and sliping away 
look at you tricking and sipping its clicking the trigger 
and so is your place 
only the strong will survive hoping to keep 'em alive 
I'll never be denied watch on who you can find 
People around and they're proud looking for those 
who obye dying like these killas defy so I keep up the withdrawl 
join fucking with the pace your just a waste in my face 
hit you in base in your case if all you want is a taste 
even the lemo the rebel bringing the metal in temple 
so many rebels incredible time we battle 
looking for action don't judge us avenge us redempt us 
don't give me negligence your all though in time no revenges 

Chorus: 

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore 
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more 
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day 
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff 
excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want 
it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust. 

Under the heavens we representing directions of flesh and feeling the heat 
the tension now dissin' we stressin' 
life is a battle to the cattle you gonna die 
just how that'll just suffer your glad you built up your high 
and go up the chain the pages keep turning and burning 
the rage is concerning the day is becomming disarming 
searching for harmony you wanna be balling me 
but you never get no where cause I'm killing your whole philosophy 
Robbing like temperature I signal your flow when we just clowning 
just tell me just pass me watch me I'm truly tampering y'all 
must be simple delinquent to try to get what the sick is 
so leave the hard is to limp it and only the thrill will we get it? 
I'm an assasin of soul out of control when I roll 
you better hide in your hole I got your name on my skull 
there ain't no running from me assasin of hunees you see 
blastin at those who obye blasting at last at the weak! 

Chorus: 

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore 
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more 
Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day 
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff 
excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want it's a damn 
right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust
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