Cypress Hill - Another Victory

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Get ready motherfuckers!



You can't fuck with the [spanish] 

Please no interruptions 

Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun 

Like my rag top six-five 

Smash you with the switches 

The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches 

Why you runnin like bitches 

With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate

Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what 

You want this joint, suck it inhale nut 

Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh 

We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what 

You understand, immitators gotta bail up 

To all the males and females gangin' up 

All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up 

I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up 

Slangin' cuts 



Chorus: 



Your squad against mine 

You're minor leagues with major

Detail the plans like verse 

Hit hard, catch you off guard 

Another Victory 

  

I slay rappers with precision 

I got vision like Anakin 

You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin 

My high lyrics constantly brain damagin' 

Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin' 

Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics 

That play like a mandalin 

I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' 

I kill flows on tracks who abandonin' 

I eat you like pussy, then take a sample, 

Then spit fire in the places you standin' in 

I take a fool to the Hill 

Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin' 

Now I see your whole brain's scramblin' 

Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga 



Chorus 

  

I spark cells of a rhythm 

You best listen, get it over with 

Stolen shit, rollin it, Cypress ownin' it 

Bitin' niggas clonin it,

I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it 

Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it 

Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it 

The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it 

You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it 

Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it 

Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it 

Five child in the world who's ropin' it 

Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit 

I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit 

I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch 



Chorus

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