Paroles de Hole In The Head
Cypress Hill
[sen dog] gangster red, whassup yo?
[gst red] its a tribe thang
Verse one: b-real
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there aint no jugete
Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
(boo-yaa!!) spittin out buckshots
Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig
Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco
Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and
B-real, sen dog
A hole in your head
A hole in your fuckin head/a fuckin hole in your head
In your head!
A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head
You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head
Huh!/in your head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
Verse two: b-real
Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin
See a fine heina, cmon baby jump in
I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin
Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin
Honey likes the mack, homeys got her in the bag
But theres vatos rollin out, and theyre stickin up the flag
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?
Its on... he sees him reachin for his chrome
Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the brome
Honeys in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counters thinkin oh lordy lordy!
Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin
Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner
And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was pop warner
Still had the forty, comin at the alley
Seen the chiefs son, pig officer omalley, oink
In the black and white thinkin hes gonna check him right
Wrong, hah, its gonna be on
That pig better suck a la chrome (p.d. 187)
A to the motherfuckin k! (you know whassup sen)
Get your ass down! and by the way
A scooby doo yall, a scooby doo yall
Scooby doo!
A scooby doo yall, a doobie doobie doo yall
Doobie doo!
A scooby doo yall, scooby doo yall!
Scooby doo!
A scooby doo yall, a scooby doobie doo yall
Verse three: b-real
Six rollin up and now hes really baffled
Brothers thinkin damn I never got this gaffled (to up)
Beat down (down) on the way to the station
Gaffled up from a false accusation
Oink to the pen, you know homes the one thats where the
Attitudes apply and where the punksll be dined
Made a comb to a shank, Im gonna stick ya
Wet ya, you know homes the picture
(yeah you never been to jail boy!)
Broomstick up your ass
And by the way, you get
[sen dog] yeah south central and the westside teamed up
This is hell boy
[gst red] its a tribe thang... straight up! its a tribe thang
[sen dog] what side is that red?
[b-real] can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
Im sirnose and they cannot kick it
InterprèteCypress Hill
LabelSMI
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