Letra de Killa Hill (Album Version) - Cypress Hill
Letra de canci�n de Killa Hill (Album Version) de Cypress Hill lyrics
[capitan pingaloca]
"esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa� mierda. aqui
Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca. y to� mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
Pa�l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre!"
[b-real]
In the midst of the madness
No question, who�s the baddest
Mcs in the game runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin� on top is the hill lookin� over you
Killa hill niggas
Cleaned in my dream
Cookin� up a scheme
For all them big bank niggas
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don�t give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
In a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin� with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the mcs who be comin� to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I�m ever gonna let ya come back again!
[rza]
Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you niggas talkin� fast like puerto ricans
What you seekin�
Son I catch clean like dominicans
Last mohican
Witness I�m speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate new york
Where chumps get extorted for newports
What you thought
[b-real]
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
The� the� the� then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
[capitan pingaloca]
"y ya esta dicho. todos los que no les guste mi �rebote� van a morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
Persiga a mi a la �singadapuerta�. oye, hijo puta! quiero quemarte la
Cara!"
[u-god]
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Words droppin� chant
The check di slant
I�m taking these cannabis plants
Yo for granted
Exotic narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-babylon pleasure
Comin� out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad
Put you in a coma
Comma
Llama
Smash-crashin� your armor
Drama
I�m a
Stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell
At the gates o� hell
It ain�t where you�re from
It�s where you�re in the mentals
And if not, yo� credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View things surrounding me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin� or braggin�
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can�t imagine
The globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon
[b-real]
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
The� the� the� then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
The� then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease,
Ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
[capitan pingaloca]
"esta dicho! aqui, la revelacion! no se la ve por television. todos
Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. va a ser aqui en nuestro
Pais. y todos los �singamasones�, que estan singando un mundo. tambien,
Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. un dia,
Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
Oir, que se va a hueler. hasta los estados unidos, estos cabrones, que con
La democracia, que nos �tan singando en el culo. todos son unos mismos
Cabrones..."
"esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa� mierda. aqui
Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca. y to� mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
Pa�l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre!"
[b-real]
In the midst of the madness
No question, who�s the baddest
Mcs in the game runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin� on top is the hill lookin� over you
Killa hill niggas
Cleaned in my dream
Cookin� up a scheme
For all them big bank niggas
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don�t give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
In a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin� with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the mcs who be comin� to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I�m ever gonna let ya come back again!
[rza]
Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you niggas talkin� fast like puerto ricans
What you seekin�
Son I catch clean like dominicans
Last mohican
Witness I�m speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate new york
Where chumps get extorted for newports
What you thought
[b-real]
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
The� the� the� then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
[capitan pingaloca]
"y ya esta dicho. todos los que no les guste mi �rebote� van a morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
Persiga a mi a la �singadapuerta�. oye, hijo puta! quiero quemarte la
Cara!"
[u-god]
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/killa-hill--album-version--cypress-hill.php
Words droppin� chant
The check di slant
I�m taking these cannabis plants
Yo for granted
Exotic narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-babylon pleasure
Comin� out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad
Put you in a coma
Comma
Llama
Smash-crashin� your armor
Drama
I�m a
Stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell
At the gates o� hell
It ain�t where you�re from
It�s where you�re in the mentals
And if not, yo� credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View things surrounding me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin� or braggin�
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can�t imagine
The globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon
[b-real]
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
The� the� the� then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
The� then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease,
Ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I�m never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
[capitan pingaloca]
"esta dicho! aqui, la revelacion! no se la ve por television. todos
Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. va a ser aqui en nuestro
Pais. y todos los �singamasones�, que estan singando un mundo. tambien,
Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. un dia,
Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
Oir, que se va a hueler. hasta los estados unidos, estos cabrones, que con
La democracia, que nos �tan singando en el culo. todos son unos mismos
Cabrones..."
