Cypress Hill Catastrophe слова песни

19.04.2019 Автор: admin

Catastrophe (B-Real)I slay punks who don′t know their own identityYou spit my name and use it like an obscenityYou got more skulls in your closet than a KennedyYou on my nuts so you better hold tenderlyI can tell you what′s crackin′ and done get splittenYou corrosin′ on the floor, shaken and snake bittenYou in a cold sweat like James of the names you knewDon′t mean shit to me and you ain′t got a clueof what′s about to happen — interactionTwo worlds collide — one survives the reactionHold tight, keep yourself togethercause 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 beYou set yourself up for catastrophe(Sen Dog)Set yourself up for catastrophe and that′s the only way that is has to beThe whole damn world is mad at meBut I don′t give a damn, I′m just glad to beAll pain and the fame a society, actuality, it′s a formalityHow can I say: \»You ain′t shit to me\»Without you takin′ it personally(Sen Dog)Ten, proper years of bringin′ funkI, still count mine, it′s hella gettin′ over the humpI got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pumpStill got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)I don′t wanna be the King of the SingJust a Soul Assassin for the Cypress TeamI rhyme and sing and make bitches screamThey love that old South Side gangsta leanCall the Psycobeta, I guess you′re crackin′Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin′Look at hostile — ah, damn wildShake you up in a hurry from the voodoo childDon′t get caught up hangin′ on the mortarHold 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 asked for it has to beYou set yourself up for catastrophe(Sen Dog)Set yourself up for catastrophe and that′s the only way that is has to beThe whole damn world is mad at meBut I don′t give a damn, I′m just glad to beAll pain and the fame a society, actuality, it′s a formalityHow 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 seekersLike you know the deal to be in my same sneakersI don′t mind exposin′ you hollow bitchesI got the medicine over the swallow bitchesYou play roles like an actor but get no oscarGun spray, gunned away, cut from the rosterYou′re just an imposter, you lost your composureRespect your exposure to bring you to your closureBut you′re in denial and still remain vileIn a place within last style and senseless wildI take you down the long trail you failed to keep upThat′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 beYou set yourself up for catastropheI can see what you see what you asked for it has to beYou set yourself up for catastropheI can see what you see what you asked for it has to beYou set yourself up for catastropheI can see what you see what you asked for it has to beYou set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!(Sen Dog)Set yourself up for catastrophe and that′s the only way that is has to beThe whole damn world is mad at meBut I don′t give a damn, I′m just glad to beAll pain and the fame a society, actuality, it′s a formalityHow can I say: \»You ain′t shit to me\»WITHOUT YOU TAKIN′ IT PERSONALLY.
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