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Cypress Hill

Here Is Something You Can't Understand

 

Here Is Something You Can't Understand

(album: Stoned Raiders - 2001)


[Kurupt:]
Yeah bitch
Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
What you think about that?
Young Gotti
You brother's don't got it
B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with Muggs
What it is
Sen Dog!
Keep it real gangster
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

[B-Real:]
Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah)
Smoking on the kush weed, not giving a fuck
Rhyme flow, Mack hoes, and stack dough!
But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
Hanging on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
You can't feel me without the Braille
I'm like that shit that get you amped without the Yale
Make busters pale 'cos they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man

[Kurupt:]
Penitentiaries, stuck for centuries
You gotta be real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloading our steel
Dipping, hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas that when the mayhem spills
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal
Hamlet, and unmanageable
What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the Table?
I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels
Get em up drive by
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas really don't know shit
I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb bitch!

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit
Here is something that they just know
Back to Fo, creeping through the back door
Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit
Here is something that they just know
Back to Fo, creeping through the back door
I just dope blast 'em

[B-Real:]
...'Cos I ain't finished yet
I see remains of someone you ain't diminished yet
We re like a pack of piranhas
In your sauna
Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting people high
'Cos we live this, did this, beating like a pistol whip
Don't pull out ya gat if ya gonna let ya pistol slip

[Sen Dog:]
I'm ignoring all the dumb shit, 'cos these vatos can't hang
With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here running thangs
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
That's what you get when you fuck with the Real
Hardcore niggas that pack that steel

Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man

[Kurupt:]
Yeah
The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've separated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the bitches
Like fuck ya interests, nigga

[B-Real:]
Poet in the streets, niggas living on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, getting in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?
While you fucking with the Soul Assassins and the Dog Pound
And all my Latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violating 'cos you haters know I'm waiting
In the silver stack in the parking lot
With the handle cocked

[Kurupt:]
Here is something, that I think you just can t understand (How I could just kill a man!)
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man (How I could just kill a man!)
You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real (How I could just kill a man!)
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel (How I could just kill a man!)
Here is something, that I think you just can t understand
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel

You just don't understand
How I could just, kill a man (yeah)
La la la la, la la la la-la

done

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