Cypress Hill - No Rest For The Wicked скачать mp3

Bitch ass motherfucker You that pie ass nigga Stand on your own two feet bitch And the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's dick Nigga, yo, as it long enough to put in your mouth Turn that shit up louder What's up wit that shit? Yo Muggs, make it rough 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 motherfucker 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, that ya wanna suck it Go on the head, gobble up the nuts Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up Talk about Ezy, correct yourself Cube, better step back and check yourself 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 but then dissin' Two albums later, you callin' my crew All because ya wanna be 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 boys in da hood No vaseline, just a rope and a chair and gasoline! Lench Mob is a friend of mine But you talk about them niggaz from behind You know what the Hossack 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 running outside! Natural born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha With a dose of reality when I get witcha Your homie [Incomprehensible] 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! The next morning you didn't have yours on How many ways will you bite my shit? Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set? Caution, when you enter the zone Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone I got Cube melting in a tray Pulling up his card and 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 him, and send him on his way