作词 : Freese, Muggerud Artist：cypress hill Songs Title：another victory Get ready motherf****rs! You cant **** with the Please no interruptions Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
Like my rag top six-five Smash you with the switches The hitch is, youre gettin too big for your britches
Why you runnin like b*****s With your tail up, Im the thug pirate
Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what
You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
****** are feelin this track in braile, huh
Were grade a while you motherf****rs fail, what
You understand, immitators gotta bail up To all the males and females gangin up
All on my cell phone talkin s*it, hangin up
I gotta show you how a ***** bang it up Slangin cuts Your squad against mine Your minor leaks with major Detail the plans like Hit hard, catch you off guard Another victory
I slay rappers with precision
I got vision like anakin
You panicin Im leavin you stiffer than a manequin
My high lyrics constantly brain damagin
Brandis*in a fire arm, still managin Hurt ******, bandagin who give my lyrics That play like a mandalin
I hold my mic like my ****, but you handlin I kill flows on tracks who abandonin I eat you like *****, then take a sample,
Then spit fire in the places you standin in
I take a fool to the hill
Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin Now I see your whole brains scramblin Dont like what you hear, change the channel then *****
Head full of hair, still aint combin it Five child in the world whos ropin it
Never know if Im high or Im throwin s*it I got you stuck in the twilight zone on s*it Im the owner of the fat joint you rollin with, *****
[00:00.000] 作词 : Freese, Muggerud [00:00.91]Artist：cypress hill [00:01.48]Songs Title：another victory [00:02.73]Get ready motherf****rs! [00:04.10]You cant **** with the [00:05.29]Please no interruptions [00:05.97]Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun [00:08.48] [00:09.03]Like my rag top six-five [00:09.91]Smash you with the switches [00:11.29]The hitch is, youre gettin too big for your britches [00:12.91] [00:13.84]Why you runnin like b*****s [00:15.29]With your tail up, Im the thug pirate [00:17.10] [00:17.60]Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what [00:19.35] [00:19.91]You want this joint, suck it inhale nut [00:21.41] [00:22.16]****** are feelin this track in braile, huh [00:23.47] [00:24.54]Were grade a while you motherf****rs fail, what [00:26.04] [00:26.97]You understand, immitators gotta bail up [00:27.66]To all the males and females gangin up [00:29.73] [00:31.42]All on my cell phone talkin s*it, hangin up [00:33.35] [00:34.28]I gotta show you how a ***** bang it up [00:36.66]Slangin cuts [00:37.60]Your squad against mine [00:38.72]Your minor leaks with major [00:39.97]Detail the plans like [00:40.91]Hit hard, catch you off guard [00:42.35]Another victory [00:42.79] [00:43.35]I slay rappers with precision [00:44.41] [00:48.16]I got vision like anakin [00:50.16] [00:51.47]You panicin Im leavin you stiffer than a manequin [00:53.41] [00:56.22]My high lyrics constantly brain damagin [00:57.72] [00:58.41]Brandis*in a fire arm, still managin [00:59.28]Hurt ******, bandagin who give my lyrics [00:59.97]That play like a mandalin [01:01.35] [01:02.47]I hold my mic like my ****, but you handlin [01:04.29]I kill flows on tracks who abandonin [01:05.41]I eat you like *****, then take a sample, [01:08.35] [01:11.59]Then spit fire in the places you standin in [01:12.97] [01:13.53]I take a fool to the hill [01:15.09] [01:17.41]Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin [01:19.41]Now I see your whole brains scramblin [01:22.41]Dont like what you hear, change the channel then ***** [01:26.97] [01:28.97]I spark cells of a rhythm [01:30.91] [01:31.59]You best listen, get it over with [01:33.29] [01:33.97]Stolen s*it, rollin it, cypress ownin it [01:35.85]Bitin ****** clonin it, [01:37.09] [01:37.60]I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin it [01:40.47] [01:42.47]Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it [01:43.96] [01:45.22]Your bodys on the floor, head got a hole in it [01:47.85] [01:56.10]The **** master, rhyme killer, mic controllin it [02:00.72] [02:04.16]You still f****n but your wack, aint throwin it [02:05.91] [02:06.97]Stepped in s*it, now your chillin all alone in it [02:08.90] [02:09.59]Head full of hair, still aint combin it [02:11.72]Five child in the world whos ropin it [02:13.84] [02:14.47]Never know if Im high or Im throwin s*it [02:16.77]I got you stuck in the twilight zone on s*it [02:19.22]Im the owner of the fat joint you rollin with, *****
