Представляем точный текст композиции "Prelude To A Come Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Prelude To A Come Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "Prelude To A Come Up"
Lyrics to Prelude To A Come Up : [MC Eiht] Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation Feels the heat, under the som-brero to any amigo thats tryin to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didnt mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. cool, homey, Ill bring some fuckin skunk The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk Just like a bird Im free, in a land with no fuckin extradition treaty, Im out, geyeah "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [B-Real] B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me You silly bitches never respect, neglect money You funny or broke, think its a joke, your nose is runny Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals from the Eastside, where its loco sellin the poco From the two Gs, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, Im mad lib and I wanna live and Im givin the message droppin the lesson Flippin shit, and Im keepin em guessin they all stressin Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] Wes beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer! Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom* Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos' Makin your body dissapear like a ghost One times tryin to gaffle me, harassin me tryin to send me to the penetentiary [B-Real] In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street While you peakin Im meetin and greetin the people speakin and leadin the motherfuckers whos seekin to catch, ruckus Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us You love us, you cant stop, these mad audio hustlers "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X) [ Prelude To A Come Up Lyrics ]
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