s truck and stole a gun Mother running down the highway screaming Johnny it's too bad, oh it's too and it's bad And it's too bad Well, his father wonders
I mean it, you could front, but you believe it Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit If I
I cross the border for a spot in the sun I'm so down with myself, bitch, I could chill as a bum ho hum Drum, I'm so burnt that I'm beat, I got my fears
differ, hate to disagree But you stink fat hypocrisy So quietly, I refuse to hum along I don't believe in your philosophy Materialistic rivalry So quietly, I refuse to hum
Mankind Unkind Always A Fine Line We've All Got To Die And This Time It's My Time Hindsight Blind fight I Hate It When I'm Right He Destroys The
soul If they could recognize it when it came -- too late Chorus Ye hum oh ye hum we mame, bathini? ngingenzani? (what do they say? what can I do? ) Into the night -- feel the fear It
hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal How does it feel
2] My style I kick, "You're flowin too quick" That's what I hear from the vicks I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick chicks Please, think I'm sweater
beef I let the whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance
paper with my name on it I'm surrounded I surrender All All that I am I have been All I have been has been a long time coming I am becoming all that I
I've been sleeping so strange With a head full of pesticide I've got no plans in too much time I feel too restless to unwind I'm always lost in thought as I
it was flying by I haven?t been gone very long But it feels like a lifetime I?ve been sleeping so strange at night Side effects they don?t advertise I
still hate to feel it, digest They, they're like "Get it while it's good Get it on demand, get it just to get it now Get it while you can, live a little
*that?s why I got a couple Chevies*low budget I am believe me*when I speak it*Limousine ain?t shit unless*they let me keep it*I duck the cakewalk*and
to be blue I don't quite believe it. It's probably always been the color that it is. And there were cotton candy clouds. And birds to fly through it.
I cross the border for a spot in the sun I'm so down with myself bitch I could chill as a bum ho hum drum I'm so burnt that I'm beat I got my fears on