Cypress Hill - A to the K lyrics
[Cypress Hill - A to the K lyrics]
Look people you heard it on the radio
You seen it on the TV show a to the K?
A to the motherfuckin' Z
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (to the what?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K
One, life had begun for the ruffneck
Kid who was gonna put niggas in check
Eighteen G's for the green
Obscene, and it's for the time being
I'm pickin' nine, hell I'm out to get mine
And pick two homies, three com-bine
Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'
Get out, cock the hammer
Then kick down the do'
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (motherfuckin' K?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K
Couple niggas from the Eastside
Headed Eastbound
Lookin' for a pound, to haul around town
Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground
Hear the slug comin'
When it come you fall down
Buckdown, dead sound, that's what you found
That's what you get when you
Fuck with the Brown
Dog, Sen is comin', to the mound
Latino from Cypress, rips your compound
Shit gets deep, fake niggas on the ground
What do you know? What go around come around!
Six for the pig, and his punk hound
Hail to the king pig, or you get crowned
Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (motherfuckin' K?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K!
It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
(It's gonna be on, goin' on)
It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
(It's gonna be on, goin' on)
It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
(It's gonna be on, goin' on)
Gimme that weed fool and all your loot too
I got a nigga in the back
And the blunt for your crew
Loaded and cocked for any hard rock
If you're takin' my weed
I'm takin' over your spot
Keep your face down as I take your pound
Don't let me see nobody get up
Just hug the ground
(Stay Still) And don't make a sound
As I get out the door, headed Eastbound
But, why did the fool try to act brave?
(act brave)
Clip from the nine equals six to the grave
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (motherfuckin' K?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K
You seen it on the TV show a to the K?
A to the motherfuckin' Z
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (to the what?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K
One, life had begun for the ruffneck
Kid who was gonna put niggas in check
Eighteen G's for the green
Obscene, and it's for the time being
I'm pickin' nine, hell I'm out to get mine
And pick two homies, three com-bine
Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'
Get out, cock the hammer
Then kick down the do'
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (motherfuckin' K?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K
Couple niggas from the Eastside
Headed Eastbound
Lookin' for a pound, to haul around town
Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground
Hear the slug comin'
When it come you fall down
Buckdown, dead sound, that's what you found
That's what you get when you
Fuck with the Brown
Dog, Sen is comin', to the mound
Latino from Cypress, rips your compound
Shit gets deep, fake niggas on the ground
What do you know? What go around come around!
Six for the pig, and his punk hound
Hail to the king pig, or you get crowned
Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (motherfuckin' K?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K!
It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
(It's gonna be on, goin' on)
It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
(It's gonna be on, goin' on)
It's gonna be on, it's gonna be on
(It's gonna be on, goin' on)
Gimme that weed fool and all your loot too
I got a nigga in the back
And the blunt for your crew
Loaded and cocked for any hard rock
If you're takin' my weed
I'm takin' over your spot
Keep your face down as I take your pound
Don't let me see nobody get up
Just hug the ground
(Stay Still) And don't make a sound
As I get out the door, headed Eastbound
But, why did the fool try to act brave?
(act brave)
Clip from the nine equals six to the grave
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (motherfuckin' K?)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K (A to the K)
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K