Cypress Hill Lyrics

Cypress Hill Lyrics

"Catastrophe Lyrics"

If Every Day Could Be Christmas Lyrics
Chorus If every day could be Christmas What a wonderful world it would be We could carry this feeling within us All through the year If every day could be Christmas Verse Christmas lights up the city Rooftops covered in snow Lovers sharing a sleighride cuddle close And their eyes seem to glow Window shopping on Main Street Bundled up head to toe Children ice skating around the Christmas tree I see smil

[B-Real]
I slay punks who don't know their own identity
You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten
You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew
Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue
of what's about to happen - interaction
Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction
Hold tight, keep yourself together
cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don't give a damn, I'm
Leather On Leather Lyrics
I don't wanna know your number, And I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know how good you are, 'Cause to me they're all the same. I walk the streets at night, And I'm looking for blood. Want instant satisfaction, So baby, gimmie leather on leather. Chorus: I want leather on leather. (Leather on leather) I want leather on leather. (Leather on leather) I want leather on leather. (Leather on leather)
just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
Without you takin' it personally

[Sen Dog]
Ten, proper years of bringin' funk
I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump
I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump
Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)
I don't wanna be the King of the Sing
Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team
I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream
They love that old South Side gangsta lean
Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin'
Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin'
Look at hostile - ah, damn wild
Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child
Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar
Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you ask
Theater Of Salvation Lyrics
[music & lyrics: Tobias Sammet] "I've heard voices in my dream. Made me stand up, helped me see. Aaah... Oohhh... Visions called him to awake his mind, to find his horizon and find out what may be behind. [vision:]</i> "Take what you need, you can find in the back of your soul! Wake up the king in yourself to be mighty and bold!" Seasons of doubt, fear and silent des
d for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
Without you takin' it personally

(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!)

[B-Real]
I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers
Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers
I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches
I got the medicine over the swallow bitches
You play roles like an actor but get no oscar
Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster
You're just an imposter, you lost your composure
Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure
But you're in denial and still remain vile
In a place within last style
Miss Shapiro Lyrics
All the peasants in the squares At their tables and their chairs Set to salvage certain numbers From the wonder of the tundra And the muses in the gloom Counting needles in their rooms On the carpet in the corner In a kind of secret slumber While the in formation rain Slashed the dirty window pane to the square. Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square Come come charmer come on over for the day Disappe
and senseless wild
I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up
That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY...