Cypress Hill - From The Window Of My Room Lyrics
[b-real]Now lately Ive been findin myself, pourin my guts outExpressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the wallsOf sleep, I cant keep it all in the hall clearWhile others keep it inside for the pride they hold dearShoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the copsStop look and listen, youll get a vision of hip-hopIndividuals lookin to the battle the shadows of manSee it all, be it all, you need a planIt takes one man to understand thisLearn *****in with a deadly gas, you get burnedFrom the window of my room, I shoot all starsEvery little bit you consume, the high costOf living its all given to you, dont lose itEvery mans given a tool, but dont use itChorus: b-realFrom the window of my room, I shoot all starsEvery little bit you consume, the high costBreak free, youre selling your soul, for a feeBut all that shit aint worth it, you burnin up seeThe window of my room, I shoot all starsEvery little bit you consume, is high costBreak free, youre selling your soul, for a feeBut all that shit aint worth it, you burnin up see[b-real]From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin acrossThe land of milk and honey, no money to feed the bossFunny the cost of life, cut clean blood streamsOut the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shortyNo longer dont need a 40 to take away any painSo punk me and Ill give you the world exact changeOr quote me and youre never the same, I claim no oneI show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek thisWherever I roam is home to meYou shogun, look at my enemies try to do meThe influential status, you know the baddestLookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madnessSadness to those appealin to any conflictLookin out my window pane, I see you fallinWhat are you a man or a mouse, the house lightShinin within, thats when you begin to live againChorus[sen dog]From my window I can seeHumanity, goin insane gEverybody want respect, but you gotta collectOnly hardcore vatos on the setDont get me wrong but some rhymes get twistedThere it goes, the pride, you missed itI aint upset with the mother*****er dissinFind me in watts when you wanna come hit meSome shit aint what it seems, in the land of dreamsSome sell their soul to get the creamFrom the teens I dont sling or slang no crackIm known for bringin in funky ass rapsSee those magazine crews and Im a gonerDull interviews with these damn primadonnasUnlike some of these fools on the turfLook like the real thing, but they soft like nerfsSo unrehearsed that it shows in the productNeed to get the ***** out, before you get caught upChorus
