收聽Cypress Hill的Checkmate (Live) (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000)歌詞歌曲

Checkmate (Live) (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000)

Cypress Hill2000年12月12日

Checkmate (Live) (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000) 歌詞

 

Bout to mash these n***az man

Don't come in my backyard motherf**ker

Hahaha B Real and the DOG motherf**ker

Ha Yeah

Here we go y'all that's the n***a head dog

Lunatic smokin loops loose in your sector

Got my eye on em on the apparatus

Like a bone to a dog yea you know I gotta have it

Anywhere you get it s**t and I'ma grab it

Turn around stares to your face and I jab it

Drop you like one of those ill bad habits

Hunt you like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit

Cuttin n***az up like Muggs on the wheels

For reals penetentiary steel

Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock

Fadin baldheads to perms even dreadlocks

BWOY rudebwoy with me style

I can get foul or wild or just cool for a while

Checkmate fool

Hang em high

Checkmate fool

Wherever the pawns fall

*repeat 2X *

Look look punk every way you get shook

To the pawn takin out the rook off of the book

Lights get tooken taken you for Satan

You can't breathe no need to look up and see me

The last hope when you mellow you call whoever

For the hype s**t you call the Hill put it together

Runnin this game bringin the same raw s**t

Over the hills through the city we come equipped

To the letter keepin your temperature down low

What I reveal the good s**t to heal all souls

Makin you roll late night you trippin my game's tight

To the new s**t I bring never the same hype

So PUSH THAT s**t OFF get up don't let off

No matter how much blood you spit up

You could never be f**kin with Greenthumb

The outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung

We hit hard breakin your guard you can't tell

When the bells ring bustin your shell the pawn fell

Peek a Boo you f**k you

I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk

I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk

Ain't nobody came my way talkin bout

The Westside of L A so whatever

Punk a*s click you claim you keep bumpin that s**t

And elevate your frame cause I want that

Big time asshole studio gangsta

Worth a lot of s**t but that's not the main factor

My n***a Sen's rollin again remember when

We rocked shows battlin foes the time's been long

Strong with the styles you ain't hear to win

Like blood pourin out of the pen the ink stains

Slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash

Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks

Smack n***az up back n***az up hack n***az up

Jack n***az up hangin the wack n***az up

Snowball effect we rollin the city limits

Crushin the b***h a*s n***az with all the gimmicks

 

Checkmate fool