Cypress Hill - Break 'Em Off Some
Előadó: | Cypress Hill |
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Dalszöveg
Intro
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools!
Do ya wanna get crazy?
Commin atcha in ’93!
Verse One : B-Real
Through the car swings the fireing pins
Go click when I duck behind the trash bin
Ran out of ammo no doubt
My gatt is dry like a fuckin drought
Got to make my way home hit the gate
Snd get my chrome, GodDamn this song
They got me cornered, lemme just warn ya
I'll pull this trigga make your family mourn'ya
Boo-hoo! Where ya gonna run to
When I pull out the Scooby Doo
Run, let me break ya off some
Hit the floor cuz it ain't no fun
But here they come they must wanna get done
No frontin', punk I'll break ya off somethin'!
Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog
1, 2, 3 that coppa goes down!
(Break'em off some)
Yeah! B-Real, Sen Dog
(Break'em off some)
B-Real cock the Hammer
Verse Two : B-Real
What the fuck I'm rollin
In a mack truck that's stolin
Guess what I'm holdin
Ammmo to bust my load
Still I'm easin on down
The yellow brick road
Whatta ya know? A pig in a plain brown
Wrapper, he wanna bring me down
I'll hit that corna, lemme just warn ya
I'll bring ya ass down, make ya family mourn ya
21 gun saloot, trying to take my loot
Don't make me shoot
I'll hit my blunt and pass you a load
And punk, let me break ya off something
Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog
Yo world up...Is the Dog
(Break em' off some)
I got biff on that fett muthafucka
(Break em' off some)
Verse Three : B-Real
I got to roll with the self control
In the green tank when the shit unfolds
Hold up, I got it sewn up
Me and my niggas are about to blow up
Got the pigs on my tail, what they get
Is the hollow point shell, caught in the sail
Servin my sentence, got my apprentice
In the hood, but the nigga is senseless
Out on parol, now the nigga has
Turned to my fold, now the punk gotta go
That punk got shady, woudn't repay me
Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me
Maybe the fucker would stop, but nuthin
Would stop me from havin to break'em off something
Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog
On to the next spot kid
(Break'em off some)
We ain't havin it yall
Ya know what I'm talkin 'bout
(Break'em off some)
I'm about to break your ass of some'n!
(Break'em off some)
Commin from a whamm-o
Outro
(Break'em off some...)
(Break'em off some...)
(Break'em off some...)
(Break'em off some...)
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools!
Do ya wanna get crazy?
Commin atcha in ’93!
Verse One : B-Real
Through the car swings the fireing pins
Go click when I duck behind the trash bin
Ran out of ammo no doubt
My gatt is dry like a fuckin drought
Got to make my way home hit the gate
Snd get my chrome, GodDamn this song
They got me cornered, lemme just warn ya
I'll pull this trigga make your family mourn'ya
Boo-hoo! Where ya gonna run to
When I pull out the Scooby Doo
Run, let me break ya off some
Hit the floor cuz it ain't no fun
But here they come they must wanna get done
No frontin', punk I'll break ya off somethin'!
Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog
1, 2, 3 that coppa goes down!
(Break'em off some)
Yeah! B-Real, Sen Dog
(Break'em off some)
B-Real cock the Hammer
Verse Two : B-Real
What the fuck I'm rollin
In a mack truck that's stolin
Guess what I'm holdin
Ammmo to bust my load
Still I'm easin on down
The yellow brick road
Whatta ya know? A pig in a plain brown
Wrapper, he wanna bring me down
I'll hit that corna, lemme just warn ya
I'll bring ya ass down, make ya family mourn ya
21 gun saloot, trying to take my loot
Don't make me shoot
I'll hit my blunt and pass you a load
And punk, let me break ya off something
Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog
Yo world up...Is the Dog
(Break em' off some)
I got biff on that fett muthafucka
(Break em' off some)
Verse Three : B-Real
I got to roll with the self control
In the green tank when the shit unfolds
Hold up, I got it sewn up
Me and my niggas are about to blow up
Got the pigs on my tail, what they get
Is the hollow point shell, caught in the sail
Servin my sentence, got my apprentice
In the hood, but the nigga is senseless
Out on parol, now the nigga has
Turned to my fold, now the punk gotta go
That punk got shady, woudn't repay me
Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me
Maybe the fucker would stop, but nuthin
Would stop me from havin to break'em off something
Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog
On to the next spot kid
(Break'em off some)
We ain't havin it yall
Ya know what I'm talkin 'bout
(Break'em off some)
I'm about to break your ass of some'n!
(Break'em off some)
Commin from a whamm-o
Outro
(Break'em off some...)
(Break'em off some...)
(Break'em off some...)
(Break'em off some...)
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