Black Sunday

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday with freezing rains melting and no trains running and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black

Lawd, help me out now We gotta get together We gotta organize No matter the weather It's a black sunday, hey.. [pharoahe monch] I used to watch my grandmother catch the holy ghost in church For her soul she would search Five years later now I'm off t

On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house, cough without the bones I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones S

"Oh yeah it is!" "Colour is not important. " Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay P

When The Sh-- Goes Down - Cypress Hill Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they f

[Intro: B-Real] Who you trying to get crazy with, ése? Don't you know I'm loco? [Verse 1: B-Real] To the one on the flamboyant tempa Just toss that ham in the frying pan Like spam, get done when I come and slam Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam Don't

[Chorus] I want to get high, so high! I want to get high, so high! I want to get high, so high! I want to get high, so high! Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what you messed with, y

Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong Created by Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it, Fire it up, Come along, And take a hit from the bong, Put the blunt down just for a second, Don＇t get me wrong

Let's kick it ese I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums Outlaw, kicking like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Chill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load up the steel And if you want to get drastic I'll pull out my plastic glock, automatic Synthetic mat