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Cypress Hill

Let It Rain

 

Let It Rain

(альбом: Cypress Hill III: Temples Of Boom - 1995)


Fuck all y'all, coming of the wall
I got a nigga from The Source
Swinging from my balls
Ya want me to set it
Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
Let it rain and jacking out fire
What you're seeing when I'm taking shit another level higher

Now it's on ain't getting domed
Bucking all these niggas 'til they all gone
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And I'm looking for a fat boy and a lotta state of clown
You better move your ass to this MAC-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7
Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit

Hey motherfuckas move back, yo, be real
Come back, come back yeah
I'm the head-hunter you going under
Make a trophy call it the two-headed buster
On my mantle back in the temple
Giving up the family up and down Central
Butt bloody anybody looking for a wide body
One body, somebody

Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

I ain't falling off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on the pump
And now I'm thumping on 'em, thumping on 'em, see
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gat with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes

Now your chances are never
When you're looking at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further?
Seven eighty one redrum with the Murder
Tie him up, throw him in the trunk
Let the funk blow his eardrums out 'til he's bleeding
Then let's get him weeded, it's the phunk Buddha
Let me do the ceremony up with the hoota and the shooter

Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testing
Keeping 'em guessing
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

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