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Cypress Hill III: Temples Of Boom, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill III: Temples Of Boom
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Release date:

1995

 
Duration: 52:02  
Size, Mb: 71,63  
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192

 
Price for album: 1.12 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Spark Another Owl Lyrics 03:40 192 5,04 0.10
2
Throw Your Set In The Air Lyrics
Every nigga out there wanna be down with a kru
Some ain't got enuff heart let me ask you this
Would you be down like a soldier loyal and do
Everything I told ya I can mold ya into a
Warrior down for the neighborhood looking
Up to a g with the flavor criminal behavior
On the mind when I got your back you know
I got your back each and every time.
"Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care"


Its time to exit that busta nigga
Get your hands on your pockets and your fingers
On the trigger let one fly we don't die we multiply
Throw your step up in the sky.
As high as you can now you can't fuck with this
Nigga when I got the croak you better duck quick
Cuz I ain't havin it if you got your gat you better start
Grabbin it I can handle it, soy numero uno
Mero mero you know I run with muggs and the perro
Firing up that heater when I'm giving up my set
I got my los scandlous killfornia
Where I'm from dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
I'm buckin on your ass now you know where I'm from
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
"Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care"
(Repeats)


Let me take you to the dark side of the moon
Tell momma that you won't be coming home
Any time soon cuz I got you under my thumb
Nigga what set you claiming better be the
Same set I'm claiming.
Take a look around countless amount of
Soldiers when I'm chilling on the East Side
Of town and I won't stop till I'm done
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
"Throw your set in the air
Wave it around like you just don't care"
(Repeats)
04:09 192 5,68 0.10
3
Stoned Raiders Lyrics
1 for the trouble 8 for the road
7 to get ready when i'm lettin off all my load.
Funk buddah monk in the trunk
I got you thumpin so hard
Up and down the boulivard.
I'm a natural born cap peeler
Strap dealer on the west coast
Settin it off no one's realer
Get your fix of the uncut funk
A small dose of the skunk weed
Like it supposed to be move it out
Just move it on out what you talkin about son
I got the first shot and its all over now
One nation under a groove
Smoke a pound for the skunk of it
Every time i make a move.
Smooth and together raw like leather
Ain't goin out like a punk never.


(Hook)
Check it out 1, 2, cypress kru
What you wanna do. [Repeat]


Its the number one money maker
Money take a few steps back
I'm on a plane to jamaica
Puffin on a fat white owl
Tuff shit for the fool thinkin i'm foul
I got the ruff shit.
Hard rock bone break stoned raider
In the temple of boom not safe to assume
That i be lettin shit slide no way
Bitch niggas can hide but i'll find their ass
Some day. Check it out 1' 2 cypress kru
What you wanna do
Where ever you are put your motha fuckin spliff
In the air sound off like you got a pair
When i kick to the metronome click
Be lookin around cuz the shit ain't over with yet
People can't understand my situation
Now they're cought up in a soul assassination
Fool just take cover its all over
When i break you off a chunk of this motha fucka


(hook)
Check it out 1, 2, cypress kru
What you wanna do [repeat].
02:54 192 3,99 0.10
4
Illusions Lyrics
Some people tell me that i need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
God dam why they criticise me
Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
Fuck em and feed em cuz i don't need em
I won't join em if i can beat em
They don't understand my logic
To my gat, to my money, and i'm hook on chronic.
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless you come flexin that trigger
I'll dig ya that grave on the east side of town
Now your six feet under ground
From man to the dust to the ashes
All i remember tell me where the cash is !
Click clack barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But i ain't going out on a bang
Wa dada dang wa dada da dang

(hook)
I'm havin illusions all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside.
I'm havin illusions all this confusion's
Fuckin me up in the mind.

Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls
Hoping that i fall but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket strap it
In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it
Disstracted from all reality now i'm let out
On a minor teqnicality ..... they all fucked up now
Cuz they let a ligga back on the street some how
I'm lookin for some one like me
Livin in my mwn world to my own degree
On the loose in the city lookin at the ho with the titties
Lookin at me and i feel shitty
A lil tensed up getting hot
Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin to find ways to cope
But i ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope.

(hook)
I'm havin illusions all this confusion's
Driving me mad inside.
I'm havin illusions all this confusion's
Fuckin me up in the mind.
04:29 192 6,15 0.10
5
Killa Hill Niggas Lyrics 04:02 192 5,56 0.10
6
Boom Biddy Bye Bye Lyrics 04:04 192 5,59 0.10
7
No Rest For The Wicked Lyrics
Bitch ass muthafucka
peter pie ass nigga, stand on your own two feet bitch
how the fuck you gon bite somebody elses dick
nigga, yours aint long enough to put in your mouth punk
watsup with that shit
Muggs, make it rough.

(Muggs)
So many fools swingin' from my sack,
Let's talk about the one who had my back!
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the muthafucka who calls himself wicked!
No rest, no peace! No sleep,
Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep!
Jackson... lemme figure out the name,
Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game!
But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it!
Go on the head, gobble up the nuts,
Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up!
Talk about Eazy, correct yourself.
Cube, better sit back & check yourself!

Yeah nigga, my homie though, he had a homie in you
he letchu listen to a motherfuckin' cut.
and you turned around and pulled some old friday shit out,
what kind of shit is that? Hmmm...

(B Real)
Let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast dick!
The east coast niggaz all showed ya love,
Especially the one known as the King Sun!
He tried to warn us niggas aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even began dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew,
All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube!
Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley,
Good boy went to school out in the valley.
Fuck it, lemme make this understood,
Speakin' on mama's little Boy N Da Hood!
No Vaseline,
Just a rope & a chair & gasoline!
Lench Mob is a friend of mine,
But you talk about them niggaz from behind.
You know what the Hossack(sp) is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight!
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look who's waitin outside!

I got a can of kickass witcha motherfuckin name on it cube,
you wanna come collect it, or should I bring it to you?
cause' all that bullshit you doin'
aint shit fly about that shit, muthafuckin thang
and I aint bullshittin', you need to back the fuck off
and that's real, kick rocks busta.

(B Real)
Natural Born Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get witcha!
Your homie (?)
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha!
Let me take you down unda, on a plane
When everybody was going insane!
Took a look at the Real one, afro comb!
The next morning you didn't have yours on.
How many ways will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone, (?)
Never used to bang 'till you hear the microphone!
I got Cube melting in a tray,
Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day!
Unoriginal rap veteran...
The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends!
Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea,
fuck him, and send him on his way.


Cypress motherfuckin Hill,
the hardest muthafuckin posse there is out here nigga
so how did you think you could step to this
yea nigga, the big bow wow bam cypress hill
timmy timmy tone fool, all through ya muthafuckin do',
nigga you cant handle the hill, the fuck was you thinkin about
you know you step to this, you gotta step to correct
and cypress aint havin that shit, yea nigga
we crackin fuckin necks, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck
so bring it on, if you wanna test it.
05:03 192 6,94 0.10
8
Make A Move Lyrics
Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha
Burnin' in my bong NOW
You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees
You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves
Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt
We the number one crew
Kickin' more gas niggas out the house
Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother
`Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father
Take heed to the master's call yes y'all
(Bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all)
Bullets fly
But they don't give a fuck about who dies
When you're in the middle of the fuckin'
No question, confrontation
Nowhere to run from the assassination
Let the rain come down
Whoops there goes another body on the ground
Watch out for G hound
It's the undisputed Cypress family
Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly
Growin' inside your mind like a tumour
Spreading in your head like a rumor
Venomous!
I'm from the underground, I take care of business
What the fuck is this?

Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!

Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors
Let me get the rope
And hang `em `till their fuckin' necks broke
Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe
Let me give you what you need
A fat dose of the good weed
Like a puppet on a string
I'm the one controlling your ass
With the rough shit here to bring
My army grows like the buddha I sold ya
Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier
Like the `coup d'etate'
Now ya are in the middle of the ambush
Stuck in your car
They can't find ya
At the bottom of the lake
Let me remind ya
You better be lookin' behind ya
It's too late, ain't no one standin' here
Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear
Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece
Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased

Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!

Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move

Come on
Open up the doors for the high funk buddha
With the light point the dick can die
Rolling with the six shooter
Thirty-eight
Still shootin' real straight
Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate
No surprise
As the inches demise
Let the four flow
As I look him right in the eyes
And rip these niggas in half
With the (fabergraph)
They can't find a path
I like the aftermath
Still I reign the sect we remain
The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again
When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain
Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame

Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!

"Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly
don't want you to see. But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the
smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like it:
move `em on out."
04:33 192 6,26 0.10
9
Killafornia Lyrics
Livin in the city of the scandalous, shiesty mother fuckas
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.
Jealous, envious, fools wanna rush this.
Loco cuban ass nigga with the cash shit.
Mother fuckers better get your own
And leave mine alone forty five ways to get domed.
I send out the invitation,
To the party of your elimination.
I got peeps that play for keeps........
Now i'm layin your ass down to sleep.
But every hustler wanna be ballin
But don't got the ball's for the shot callin.
I pull strings, the don king;
Only in america can i hustle and flex my muscle.
[hook].


Where can i roam to get my hustle on,
Killafornia stackin the chips got the full clips.
Loaded and cocked used to run with a glock;
Nina milimeter sig lightin up the fuckin block now,
Who you gonna trust? who can you trust?
I don't know, but if your comin on my corner; i'm gonna bust.
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous,
Criminal mentality, insanity.
I move weight from state to state.
All the niggas movin weight can you relate.
[hook].


Where can i chill to get my hustle on,
In the alley way comin up all nite long.
Fuck workin at mc' dee's
I'm rollin with the o.z's, and the q.p's
Puffin on tree's.
Who you gonna trust? who can you trust?
Not that shady mother fucker in the city of scandalous.
{hook}..............end.
02:56 192 4,05 0.10
10
Funk Freakers Lyrics 03:15 192 4,45 0.10
11
Locotes Lyrics
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I come with a different method
I'm creepin on ya
Now you find your homeboy's bleedin on ya
It's the locote comin out the bote
I got a new jale jackin in the noche
Give me your feria
In your pocket or i'll carry ya
Off and burry ya in the east side area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The robbery don't stop
Till i get done .
Some times i don't even need my gat
But shits gettin deep
So i gotta blast back
2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
Cuz jackin is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelery and your keys
To the five o out side on dee's
Later out with the 85 mustang
One time got me on the radar
Trucha and it don't stop till i'm done
Now the one time got me on the run.
Chrous;



You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it i got your keys
In my possesion with my smith n wesson
Takin out all my agression.
Check it out ese your lookin at hefe
Of that cliqa with the big bad threse
I teach you a lesson no question
Get your ass out now your passin out
When you look at the quete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
Thievery don't stop till i get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run
From varrio to varrio
Lookin for anybody oh cesario
Hangin out with mario
Lookin for a place to hide on the west side
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop till i'm done
Now the one time got me on the run.
Chrous;



One time is not down with us
Now their lookin for my ride but i'm on the bus
Don't turn yor back on a vato like me
Cuz i'm one broke mother fucka in need
Desprate whats goin on in the mente
Takin from the rich and not from my jente
Look at that gavacho slippin
Boracho from the cervesa he's sippin
No me vale madre gavacho pray to your padre
This is for the time you would'nt give me the jale
4and 3 and 2 and 1 thid old mother fucker had him a gun
Blaughow i took one to the knee cap
Things happend so fast now i dropped my strap
Now i'm about tou meet my maker
I thought i had it all figured out for the paper
No longer will i be runnin.
Last thing i heared was the fuckin gat hummin..............
03:37 192 4,99 0.10
12
Red Light Visions Lyrics 01:46 192 2,44 0.10
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Strictly Hip Hop Lyrics 04:33 192 6,26 0.10
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Everybody Must Get Stoned Lyrics 03:05 192 4,23 0.10