Cypress Hill - Hole In The Head Lyrics
[sen dog] gangster red, whassup yo?[gst red] its a tribe thangVerse one: b-realMadman gonna get cha, quick with the cuenteSee a gang, no there aint no jugeteRollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled downWho you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown?Plato, si mon, you want staticWhen you reach for your gat to load your automatic(boo-yaa!!) spittin out buckshotsHomey say blood claat, so you can call a pigCause no one could handle, I wind up, and locoInsane in the brain, you get the bullet andChorus: b-real, sen dogA hole in your headA hole in your *****in head/a *****in hole in your headIn your head!A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your headYou get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your mother*****in headHuh!/in your headA hole in the head, a hole in the headVerse two: b-realEight barrel pumpin, system thumpinSee a fine heina, cmon baby jump inI stop to cop, here let me tell you somethinMe and you, bruca, we should be humpinHoney likes the mack, homeys got her in the bagBut theres vatos rollin out, and theyre stickin up the flagHe jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?Its on... he sees him reachin for his chromeBuckshot to the dome, jumps in the bromeHoneys in the back but she just wants to go homeBut he trips to the store homeboy needs a fortyWhite boy at the counters thinkin oh lordy lordy!Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttinPigs on the way, aiyyo I smells baconDips out the store, one-time hits the cornerAnd he hits the *****in alley like his homes was pop warnerStill had the forty, comin at the alleySeen the chiefs son, pig officer omalley, oinkIn the black and white thinkin hes gonna check him rightWrong, hah, its gonna be onThat pig better suck a la chrome (p.d. 187)A to the mother*****in k! (you know whassup sen)Get your ass down! and by the wayChorusA scooby doo yall, a scooby doo yallScooby doo!A scooby doo yall, a doobie doobie doo yallDoobie doo!A scooby doo yall, scooby doo yall!Scooby doo!A scooby doo yall, a scooby doobie doo yallVerse three: b-realSix rollin up and now hes really baffledBrothers thinkin damn I never got this gaffled (to up)Beat down (down) on the way to the stationGaffled up from a false accusationOink to the pen, you know homes the one thats where theAttitudes apply and where the punksll be dinedMade a comb to a shank, Im gonna stick yaWet ya, you know homes the picture(yeah you never been to jail boy!)Broomstick up your assAnd by the way, you getChorus 2x[sen dog] yeah south central and the westside teamed upThis is hell boy[gst red] its a tribe thang... straight up! its a tribe thang[sen dog] what side is that red?[b-real] can they kick it?Can they kick it?Yeah, can they kick it?Im sirnose and they cannot kick it
