Cypress Hill - Killa Hill (instrumental) lyrics

"Esto no me gusta aqui la gente
La gente no sirve pa' mierda aqui yo soy
Yo soy Capitan Pingaloca y to' mundo aqui
Me sirve a mi o va
Pa'l carajo oye revolucion compadre!"

B-Real
In the midst of the madness no question
Who's the baddest
MC's in the game runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you
Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all
Them big bank figures the world is yours
But it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame
I don't give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get thrown sent home in dead position
In the casket, best wishes


At the bottom of the lake
Sleepin with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!

Check my dramatics, brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Peep the sequence crab adolescents
On his defense
Power-U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin
Son I catch cream like Dominicans
Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin
Wild as Indians
Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York
Where chumps get extorted for Newports
What you thought?

B-Real ease back
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna
Let ya come back again ease back
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back ease back
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

Capitan Pingaloca
"Y ya esta dicho todos los que no
Les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
Yo le voy a meter una bala
A la cabeza a cualquier maricon
Que no me persiga a mi
A la 'singadapuerta' oye, hijo puta!
Quiero quemarte la cara!" u-God
Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant
I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
From a dune in the
Desert Mega-Babylon pleasure
Comin out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
Comma, llama, smash-crashin your armor
Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from it's
Where you're in the mentals
And if not yo, credentials are essential
I see reality, few things surroundin me
Three like a spread
Precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics
The rhymes you can't imagine
The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon

B-Real
- that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna
Let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- that that I'm ever gonna
Let ya come back again ease back
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back ease back ease back
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Capitan Pingaloca "Esta dicho! Aqui
La revelacion! No se la ve por television
Todos los maricones del norte
Que los voy a matar yo

Va a ser aqui en nuestro
Pais y todos los 'singamasones'
Que estan singando un mundo tambien
Van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, lo en las
Manos de ellos un dia, va a ser sangre
Mucha sangre la peste de los cuerpos muertos
Vas a oir
Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos
Estos cabrones que con la democracia
Que nos 'tan singando en el culo
Todos son unos mismos cabrones"