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Prelude To A Come Up (featuring MC Eiht) (LP Version)
Cypress Hill
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Infiltration be our daily operation for chasing
'Cross the seven seas, ease clocking much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery handpicked from my own plantation
Feels the heat under the sun, peril
To any amigo that's trying to stop the dineros
Chills with seรฑoritas like Charo
Get drunk off tequila, lay low 'til tomorrow
Follow my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homie B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, take a base that's got blue
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout too
Cool, homie, out brains and fucking skunk
The homies hug on me across lines in the trunk
Just like a bird I'm free
In a land with no fucking extradition treaty
I'm out, chill
This shit is real on the motherfucking hill, god
This shit is real on the motherfucking hill, god
With the crew from off the hill
B really killing the Philly, now can you feel me?
From the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggas never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect the black money
You funny, you're broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man Mr. Rucko kicking the vocal
From the Eastside where it's local
Selling the coca from the two G's
Breaking the leaves of cheese, making the bacon, you hear it sizzle
Got your hands ready for the taking, evading the pigs
Raiding my crib, I'm mad living, I wanna live
And I'm giving the message, dropping the lesson
Flipping shit and I'm keeping them guessing
They all stressing, hear the lullaby
No confession, we in session
This shit is real on the motherfucking hill, god
This shit is real on the motherfucking hill, god
With the crew from off the hill
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We be the three amigos, skates with nickels
Place under the sea in regals
East Coast, West Coast, anybody killer
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Making your body disappear like a ghost
One-times trying to gavel me
Harassing me, trying to send me to the penitentiary
In the nighttime niggas are creeping, you fucking sleeping
And the beat just keeps on seeping into the street
While you peeking I'm feasting and greeting the people speaking
And leaving the motherfuckers who seeking to catch ruckus
Meaning you suckers, no luckers, overdubbers, nut huggers
You lovers, you can't stop these mad audio hustlers
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This shit is real on the motherfucking hill, god
This shit is real on the motherfucking hill, god
With the crew from off the hill
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