no rest for the wicked
Singer:cypress hill
stand on your own two feet bitch
and the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's dick
as it long enough to put in your mouth
so many fools swingin' from my sack
let's talk about the one who had my back
to the motherfucker who calls himself 'wicked'
doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep
lemme figure out the name
jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game
but i'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up
better step back and check yourself
first solo album on the east coast dick
the east coast niggaz all showed ya love
especially the one known as the 'king sun'
he tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha
all because ya wanna be cypress cube!
shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley
lemme make this understood
speakin' on mama's little boys in da hood
just a rope and a chair and gasoline!
lench mob is a friend of mine
but you talk about them niggaz from behind
you know what the hossack is
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
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! the next morning you didn't have yours on
how many ways will you bite my shit?
would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone
i got cube melting in a tray
pulling up his card and fucking up his good day
he don't steal from his friends
don't trust that nigga named o'shea