Cypress Hill - Dead Men Tell No Tales lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Dead Men Tell No Tales lyrics]
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Any die
If the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets
(yeah hit the floor nigga) take you outdoor
Darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat
In your plate and I'll fill you up with
The energy the Hill create i gets sticky
Like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fuckin with your head
And you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void
You can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed
You find danger in the stranger's eye
The killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the
Mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
For help
And all the fuckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means
Nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button
And straight dumpin on fools frontin
Boo yah! come on, motherfucker
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
War pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr big
Take a sip of wine
Engage in a battle of the mind
(Checkmate motherfucker)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse
Right from the source your head is
Gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the Mic Horse
You're takin a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross
My fuckin paper chaser green bag gladiator
Terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you fuckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta
Clickin the fader slow
With the Hi-Lo, servin the blow
Who got the glow dead men tale no tales
You fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure
It's killin season
Nighty-night, mothafucka pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Any die
If the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets
(yeah hit the floor nigga) take you outdoor
Darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat
In your plate and I'll fill you up with
The energy the Hill create i gets sticky
Like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm fuckin with your head
And you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void
You can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed
You find danger in the stranger's eye
The killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the
Mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
For help
And all the fuckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means
Nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button
And straight dumpin on fools frontin
Boo yah! come on, motherfucker
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
War pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr big
Take a sip of wine
Engage in a battle of the mind
(Checkmate motherfucker)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse
Right from the source your head is
Gettin fucked and I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the Mic Horse
You're takin a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross
My fuckin paper chaser green bag gladiator
Terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you fuckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta
Clickin the fader slow
With the Hi-Lo, servin the blow
Who got the glow dead men tale no tales
You fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure
It's killin season
Nighty-night, mothafucka pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra
Pam pa ra ra pam pa ra ra