Cypress Hill No Rest for the Wicked Lyrics
yo Muggs, make it rough.
III: Temples of Boom Track Listing
1 Spark Another Owl
2 Throw Your Set in the Air
3 Stoned Raiders
5 Killa Hill Niggas
6 Boom Biddy Bye Bye
7 No Rest for the Wicked
8 Make a Move
10 Funk Freakers
12 Red Light Visions
13 Strictly Hip Hop
14 Let It Rain
15 Everybody Must Get Stoned
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
So many fools swingin' from my sack,
Let's talk about the one who had my back!
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the ************ who calls himself wicked!
No rest, no peace! No sleep,
Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep!
Jackson, lemme figure out the name,
Jack 'cause you be stealing other *****s game!
But I'm the wrong ***** you want to **** with
On my **** so hard, now ya want to suck it!
Go on the head, gobble up the nuts,
Get your lips ready & tear this ************ up!
Talk about Ezy, correct yourself.
Cube, better step back & check yourself!
Let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast ****!
The east coast *****s all showed ya love,
Especially the one known as King Sun!
He tried to warn us *****s aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even started dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew,
All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube!
Should of known you couldn't hang in the alley,
Good boy went to school out in the valley.
**** it, lemme make this understood,
Speakin' on mama's little Boy N Da Hood!
Just a rope & a chair & gasoline!
Lench Mob is a friend of mine,
But you talk about them *****s from behind.
You know what the Hossack(sp) is, O'Shea?
A **********ing pig that don't fly straight!
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look at who's running outside!
Natural Born Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get witcha!
Your homie ?
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
Buddha! Let me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane!
Took a look at the Real one,
Afro comb! Next morning you didn't have yours on.
How many ways will you bite my ****?
Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone,
Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone!
I got Cube melting in a tray,
Pulling up his card and ****ing up his good day!
Unoriginal rap veteran
The ***** who say he don't steal from his friends!
Don't trust that ***** named O'Shea,
**** 'I'm, and send him on his way.
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group