Cypress Hill Boom Biddy Bye Bye Lyrics

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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
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


  • Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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