Travis Barker feat. Cypress Hill Beat Goes On Lyrics

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In the city lights, the night'll give me life. I hear the drums, Ima war chief gimme knife. Got kush f___ the knife just give me light. Spark it up in my grow room, pretty sight.Got a house on the hill with the pretty type,You ain't got a kush man, what a s___ty life.I don't wanna hit a bowl on ya mini pipe.Tryin to hit my 8 footer, reach Diddy heights.
Now Im swinging on the drums like tarzanIncorporate the weed to my bars manSixteen of em, I been needin em, on stage screamin em Pr's Hill screamin' emThey call me the Greenthumb, the serene oneI laid back from the drum like a beach b__.s___ is hot as summer. Another classic number.Everybody give it up for the funky drummer.

And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)And the beat goes on and on and on And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)And the beat goes on

Here come the west coasters, wylin out loco.My eyeballs bleed from the weed I been smokin.Keep walking son, I keep the song hostileMad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile.Way too deep, my block legendary.Many MC's tried to creep and got burried.He aint come to Cypress, back with the tightestMan behind the king, we know you gon' like this.Roll with the top dog, do it like a rockstar.Stuffin em up, a double dose of hot sauceYou got your ears on, and your listeninTo bad m_________as in this here business.Handle s___ right, get your stack onAnybody hating, its the fool you smash on.Gonna say last time and Im gonna jumpHit em like Blam ! Give the drummer some


s___ is critical, we are the invincible.Riot starter, start riots on principle.At the pinnacle, the game is winnablePut the record on the table, guaranteed spinnable. Follow the leader, the level is going off the meter.The funk freaker, with the big drum beater.What you scared for, better prepare yourself.

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