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Cypress Hill

Strike The Match (Limited Edition Track)

 

Strike The Match (Limited Edition Track)

(アルバム: Rise Up - 2010)


[22 seconds instrumental]

[B-Real:]
I'm loaded like a Shotgun. Got one under my coat!
It's late night, no stage fright. I'm going for broke
While I'm hitting my smoke.
I'm contemplating how to hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast, get away; it's all she wrote!
It's a heartbreaking habit, when you gotta have it
You grab it! Stare at an album, so good at it!
Certified hood magic! Look at it!
Throwing too much in your face. And money's gone; so am I so long?
But now my hustle's changed. No more sticking you up!
I've got some weed, I know that for sure; that can pick you up!
Just spark it up! I got a dime or a twenty sack!
All sales are final. Don't ask for your money back!
Don't even look at the money, stack! It's funny that
It still wasn't enough, I'm like still searching for honey flack!
No I'm serving the boulders, looking over my shoulders!
Every step that I take a rock might knock me over!

[Chorus: B-Real]
Strike the match! Sparks the flame!
It starts the fire that burns down the system!
Hit 'em hard! Hit 'em fast! Keep the gas on 'em!
We're gonna char! Get the dogs, go gas on 'em!

[Sen Dog:]
The hoodrange a brace to be a gangster
They grew up! And blew up the rock stages!
A long way from the gate, but I got Gauges!
Dumb 'em out! Pullin guns out on strangers!
A bunch a wild niggas, nobody can tame us!
The sixteen in the clip. One in the chamber!
Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime!
Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine.
And I'd like to see heads get [? ]
So it's a problem? That's how I solve 'em, there's no discussion!
Go for my mind, tell it's task force, rush 'em!
Until the day all I gotta say is: "Fuck 'em! "

[Chorus]

[B-Real:]
Post it on the top son! Claw some!
Making my way throught the jungle, and then they like I call something!
[? ] hustle, the streets need
To a hit single, put down bitch, [? ] bring a leader!
When you're in the top spot, you better be top notch;
Or not watch, the haters take pop shots!
It's non-stop shit talking, [? ] the conflict
Whoever slick talking, I'm ready to harm him!
Disarm him! Send his ass away in a coffin
My game is [? ], you don't seeing it that often!
But every [? ] day I felt time slip away
Like a heavy ticket on the train to an early grave!
I never worried hater, that what happens, I'm okay!
Reap what you sough! And every kinda game you play
Never had a handout! Had my hustle's brand out!
[? ] brand out! You wish my luck would run out!

[Chorus]

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