Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom
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What you hear is what you get: enough cusswords, heavy weapons, trails of dope, lapsed-Catholic imagery, and threats to satisfy Cypress Hill's global fanbase....
WHAT YOU HEAR IS WHAT YOU get: enough cusswords, heavy weapons, trails of dope, lapsed-Catholic imagery, and threats to satisfy Cypress Hill's global fanbase. The formula should've worn thin by now, but somehow DJ Muggs still comes out with a sound that's as fresh, distinctive and competitive as any in current hip-hop. And most of this is down to the inclusion, in places, of...
- Aug 25, 1998
Raiders of the lost... um, what was I saying?...
- Jan 4, 2002
I mean, they're so metal they're gay, right! I mean goddamn it if they ain't just the sweatiest, horniest, man-on-man action-crazed GAYEST band on the planet...
- Jan 15, 2000
The air inside Roseland is as thick as LA smog...
- Dec 15, 2000
Rappers join the party at the Battersea Power Station
Band targetted for 2004 no show
The stoner rappers play an intimate show to launch their new album...
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Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me that's who?
Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die
I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Break that shit off nigga
Look at all the M.C.'s trying to get down
But all you get is a peeled back dome cap
You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
This sure is, I got that-a old crazy shit
From round the corner you know
The homeboys and the brothers be slangin' this shit
But anyway you over there singin' some shit
"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!"
Let me introduce myself, I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
But you ain't nothin', no frontin'
Bitch ass motherfucker
You that pie ass nigga
Stand on your own two feet bitch
And the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's dick
Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
Yo, bringin' it on Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, come on
Who be the ones steppinâ in the room
Every nigga out there wanna be down with the crew
Some ain't got enough heart, let me ask you this
Would ya be down like a soldier
Loyal an' do everything I told ya
Fuck all y'all, comin' of the wall
I got a nigga from The Source
Swingin' from my balls
Ya want me to set it