Prelude To A Come Up Lyrics - Iv - Cypress Hill

Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick 'em 

Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on 

Geeyeah 

Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin' 

Cross the seven seas eased, clockin' much conversation 

Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation 

Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation 

Feels the heat, under the sombrero 

To any amigo that's tryin' to, stop the dineros 

Chills with, senoritas, like Charro 

Get drunk off tequila lay low till tomorrow 

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Follow, my flow, get the cash and go 

Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City 

Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt 

Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout till 

Cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin' skunk 

The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk 

Just like a bird I'm free in a land 

With no fuckin' extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

With the crew from off the Hill 

B-Really killin' the Phillie now can you feel me from the 

Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me 

You silly bitches never respect, neglect money 

You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny 

Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin' the vocals 

From the Eastside, where it's loco sellin' the poco 

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From the two G's, breakin' the leaves of cheese, makin' the bacon 

You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin' 

Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib 

And I wanna live and I'm givin' the message droppin' the lesson 

Flippin' shit, and I'm keepin' 'em guessin' they all stressin' 

Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

With the crew from off the Hill 

We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates 

Under the seat and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer 

Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash 

Who spits the glocks like uno and dos? 

Makin' your body disappear like a ghost 

One time's tryin' to gaffle me, harassin' me 

Tryin' to send me to the penitentiary 

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you fuckin' sleepin' 

And the beat, just keeps on seepin' into the street 

While you peakin' I'm meetin' and greetin' the people speakin' 

And leadin' the motherfuckers who's seekin' to catch, ruckus 

Meaning you suckers no luckers overdub us, nut hug us 

You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God 

Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God