Cypress Hill Boom Biddy Bye Bye Lyrics

III: Temples of Boom Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Spark Another Owl
  • 2 Throw Your Set in the Air
  • 3 Stoned Raiders
  • 4 Illusions
  • 5 Killa Hill Niggas
  • 6 Boom Biddy Bye Bye
  • 7 No Rest for the Wicked
  • 8 Make a Move
  • 9 Killafornia
  • 10 Funk Freakers
  • 11 Locotes
  • 12 Red Light Visions
  • 13 Strictly Hip Hop
  • 14 Let It Rain
  • 15 Everybody Must Get Stoned
    CD 2
  • 1 DJ Muggs Buddha Mix: Hole in the Head / How I Could Just Kill a Man / Insane in the Brain / Stoned Is the Way of the Walk / Hits From Da Bong / Hand on the Pump / Real Estate / I Wanna Get High
  • Boom biddy bye bye
    Boom biddy bye bye

    Step back as I'm kicking up dust
    For a while
    As I put ************s to rest
    And pull their files

    Out from the cabinet
    With the picture
    Get the 45 and settle it
    With this punk *****

    Slow your roll
    As I take control
    Take your toke from the Indo'
    Then hit and hold

    Now let it out
    How you feel when the herb
    Got you by the balls
    And you're coughing up a lung anyhow

    You can't shake
    That ***** that's gonna brake
    Fool
    On any one member of your ***** crew

    As I pull the trigger
    On my nine
    Say goodnight *****
    Boom biddy bye bye

    Boom biddy bye bye
    Put your *** on the floor an' don't ask why
    Boom biddy bye bye
    I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Any last prayers before you die
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Rock-a-bye ***** boom biddy bye bye

    You ain't never caught a rabbit
    So you ain't no friend of mine
    It's a habit
    Barkin' up your tree with my nine

    Keep your ***** on a leash or at home
    A nick knack
    Paddywack
    Give the dog a bone
    The raw dog
    **** a law dog
    Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off
    'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up
    Buckle up
    Chin checking
    It's on I reckon
    It's the wild wild west
    Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
    Let me guess
    Everybody want to test
    Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses
    Laudy daudy
    We're ****ing everybody
    Boom biddy bye
    Sing the lullaby
    In the party

    Boom biddy bye bye
    Put your *** on the floor an' don't ask why
    Boom biddy bye bye
    I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Any last prayers before you die
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Rock-a-bye ***** boom biddy bye bye

    Yes yes y'all
    To the beat y'all
    Watch a punk slipin' see the puto fall
    I'm buck-loody
    Looking for the ***** who want to cut me
    'Cause the ***** gets so funky
    Fool I'm the one
    From
    The big bad Cypress Hill clica
    Number one son of the funk freaka
    Yes yes y'all
    I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all
    Comin' from the west y'all
    But I figure
    You'd cry like a *****
    Don't twitch
    'Cause I just might pull the trigga
    Now lay down
    Stay down
    Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground
    Don't **** don't say nothin'
    You **** around and I might get ragamuffin
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die

    Boom biddy bye bye
    Put your *** on the floor an' don't ask why
    Boom biddy bye bye
    I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Any last prayers before you die
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Rock-a-bye ***** boom biddy bye bye

    Boom biddy bye bye
    Put your *** on the floor an' don't ask why
    Boom biddy bye bye
    I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Any last prayers before you die
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Rock-a-bye ***** boom biddy bye bye

    Boom biddy bye bye
    It's time to die
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Time to say good-bye

    Boom biddy bye bye
    Now it's time to die
    Boom biddy bye bye
    Now it's time to die

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