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Lyric: Here Is Something You Can't Understand

  • artist: Cypress Hill
  • album: Stoned Raiders
  • seen: 1073

[Intro - Kurupt]
    Yeah bitch
  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
  What you think about that?
  You brother's don't got it
  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
  Relax by the kizzle
  An' go get us a couple hizzles
  You dizzles
  Yeah with Muggs
  What it is
  SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG!
  Keep it real gangster
  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?
    [B-Real]
  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm,
  Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah),
  Smoking on a Kush Weed, not giving a Fuck,
  Rhyme Flow, Mack-o-hoes and stack dough!
  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
  So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
  Haning on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
  You can t feel me without the Braile
  I m like that shit that will catch you without the Yale
  Make busters pale 'cos they seen too much
  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt
    [Chorus Repeat 4x]
    [B-Real] Here is something you can't understand
  [Sen Dog] How I Could Just Kill A Man
    [Kurupt]
  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries
  You gotta be real like me and B-Real
  See you shoot, you ride but we kill
  Concentrate unloadin' our steel
  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will
  Riding on niggas that when the (?) spilled
  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal
  (?) and unmanageable
  What you gonna get, nigga? (?)
  I sic the hot girls on you, so struck by (?)
  Get em up drive by,
  Watch em gone drive by
  Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
  You niggas really don't know shit,
  I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb BIATCH!
    [Hook 1 - Kurupt (repeat 2x)]
    Here is something that they just don't get
  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don t give a shit
  Here is something that they just know
  Back/Crack to Fo, creepin' through the back door
    [Kurupt] I just DOPE BLAST 'em...
    [B-Real]
  ... 'Cos I ain t finished yet
  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet
  We re like a pack of *panorama*
  In Your *Soul Assessino*
  Attackin you, till there is nothing left for your mama
  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
  Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting thru real high
  'Cos we live this, (?) this, beatin' like a pistol whip
  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip
    [Sen Dog]
  I'm ignorin' all the DUMB SHIT, 'cos these vatos can't hang
  With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs
  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real
  Hardcore Nigga said "Pack That Steel"
    [Chorus 4x]
    [Kurupt]
    Yeah
  The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces
  The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
  With millis and fifty-fives
  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters
  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
  Stole the riches, booked the (?)
  Like fuck ya (?), nigga
    [B-Real]
  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge
  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head
  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
  Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?
  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town
  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
  Now your violatin' 'cos you haters know i'm waitin'
  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
  With the handle cocked
    [Hook 2 - Kurupt {Sen Dog} (repeat 2x)]
    Here is something, that I think you just can t understand
  {How I could just kill a man!}
  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
  {How I could just kill a man!}
  You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real
  {How I could just kill a man!}
  And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel
  {How I could just kill a man!}
    [Outro - Kurupt]
  You just don't understand
  How I could just, kill a man (yeah)
  La la la la, la la la la-la
  

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