Cypress Hill - Lick a Shot lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Lick a Shot lyrics]
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Lick a shot! (Oh)
Comin' at ya (Fire)
Zippedy do da, zippedy hey
Cried "oh my", wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass J
Prude! You can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner i'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya fool
Hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's
Time for some action
Let the gat hum lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum let the gat hum
Lick a shot! So I let the gat hum
Sunday morning, wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro, one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo an' fucked down too
Ploy me don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more
Then you better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin' keepin' the
Clip on my hip
An' just watch your back if you're slippin'
O-o-o-o where did that 22 come from
When the bullet passed through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number!
Let the gat hum lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum let the gat hum
Lick a shot! So I let the gat hum
Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bullshit! This pine box ain't strong enough
To contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me? I got no strap G
What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?
Let the gat hum lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum let the gat hum
Lick a shot! So I let the gat hum
Lick a shot! (Oh)
Comin' at ya (Fire)
Zippedy do da, zippedy hey
Cried "oh my", wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass J
Prude! You can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner i'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya fool
Hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's
Time for some action
Let the gat hum lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum let the gat hum
Lick a shot! So I let the gat hum
Sunday morning, wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro, one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo an' fucked down too
Ploy me don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more
Then you better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin' keepin' the
Clip on my hip
An' just watch your back if you're slippin'
O-o-o-o where did that 22 come from
When the bullet passed through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number!
Let the gat hum lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum let the gat hum
Lick a shot! So I let the gat hum
Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bullshit! This pine box ain't strong enough
To contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me? I got no strap G
What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?
Let the gat hum lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum let the gat hum
Lick a shot! So I let the gat hum