Cypress Hill Killa Hill Niggas 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
  • [Capitan Pingaloca]
    "Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda.
    Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. why to' mundo aqui,
    Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye, revolucion compadre!"

    [B-Real]
    In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest
    MC's in the game running for the status
    Take a few seconds to review the crews
    Sitting on top is the Hill looking over you
    Killa Hill *****s, cream in my dream
    Cooking up a scheme for all them big bank figures
    The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
    Bust you out the frame, I don't give a **** who it is
    Number one mission, opposition
    Get thrown sent home in dead position
    In the casket, best wishes
    At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes
    Full out search for the body
    Of the MC's who be coming to disrupt the party
    No wins, no ends, no way
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!

    [RZA]
    Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
    Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
    Peep the sequence, crab adolescents, on his defense
    Power-you *****s talking fast like Puerto Ricans
    What you seeking, son I catch cream like Dominicans
    Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speaking, wild as Indians
    Tomahawk, Shaoling slang, the violent talk
    Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports
    What you thought?

    [B-Real]
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

    [Capitan Pingaloca]
    "why ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
    Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon,
    Que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta!
    Quiero quemarte la cara!"

    [U-God]
    Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant
    I'm taking these cannabis plants yo for grant'
    Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
    From a dune in the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure
    Coming out the dime piece, smell my aroma
    Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
    Comma, llama, smash-crashing your armor
    Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber
    Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
    It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals
    And if not yo, credentials are essential
    I see reality, few things surrounding me
    Three like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
    Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon
    Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
    The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
    Five part criminal, two part felon

    [B-Real]
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back,
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger

    [Capitan Pingaloca]
    "Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television.
    Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo.
    Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. why todos los 'singamasones',
    Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
    De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre,
    Mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir,
    Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones,
    Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo.
    Todos son unos mismos cabrones"

    Written by: Louis M. Freeze, Robert F. Diggs
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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