Here Is Something You Can't Understand Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Yeah bitch 

Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers 

What you think about that? 

You brother's don't got it 

B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle 

My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle 

Relax by the kizzle 

An' go get us a couple hizzles 

You dizzles 

Yeah with muggs 

What it is 

SEN dog 

Keep it real gangster 

Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say? 

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Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on 

Before things start to happen and I lose my calm 

'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup 

(Yeah) 

Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck 

Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough! 

But niggas wanna do shit to make me react 

So "Insane in the brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga 

Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga 

You can't feel me without the braile 

I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale 

Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much 

But really what they saw was me and Kurupt 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

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Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries 

You gotta be real like me and B-Real 

See you shoot, you ride but we kill 

Concentrate unloadin' our steel 

Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will 

Riding on niggas when the may am spills 

Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal 

Hamlet and unmanageable 

What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table 

I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels 

Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by 

Paranoid, we drive by till we die 

You niggas don't really know shit 

I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch 

Here is something that they just don't get 

I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit 

Here is something that they just don't know 

Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga 

Here is something that they just don't get 

I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit 

Here is something that they just don't know 

Back to fo, creepin' through the back door 

I just dope blast 'em 

'Cuz I ain't finished yet 

I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet 

We're like a pack of panorama 

In your Soul Assessino 

Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama 

East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride 

Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high 

'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip 

Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip 

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang 

With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs 

Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business 

Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness 

Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen 

Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches 

That's what you get when you fuck with the Real 

Hardcore Nigga said, "Pack That Steel" 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Here is something you can't understand 

How I could just kill a man 

Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans 

Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces 

The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived 

With millis and fifty-fives 

Homicidally, I've seperated the busters 

Blasted the snitches, broke the switches 

Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches 

Stole the riches, booked the bitches 

Like fuck ya asses, nigga 

Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge 

We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head 

While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock 

Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed? 

While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town 

And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down 

Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin' 

In the silver stack in the parkin' lot 

With the handle cocked 

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand 

How I could just kill a man! 

And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man 

How I could just kill a man! 

You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real 

How I could just kill a man! 

And if you think you wanna come and test me 

Then come deal with my steel 

How I could just kill a man! 

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand 

And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man 

You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real 

And if you think you wanna come and test me 

Then come deal with my steel 

You just don't understand 

How I could just, kill a man 

(Yeah) 

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