No Rest For The Wicked lyrics

Song information

Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: Cypress Hill Iii (Temple Of Boom) (Edited)

Lyrics

Bitch ass muthafucka
Peter pie ass nigga, stand on your own two feet bitch
How the fuck you gon bite somebody elses dick
Nigga, yours aint long enough to put in your mouth punk
Watsup with that shit
Muggs, make it rough

(Muggs)
So many fools swingin' from my sack
Let's talk about the one who had my back!
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the muthafucka who calls himself wicked!
No rest, no peace! no sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep!
Jackson... lemme figure out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game!
But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it!
Go on the head, gobble up the nuts
Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up!
Talk about eazy, correct yourself
Cube, better step back & check yourself!

Yeah nigga, my homie though, he had a homie in you
He letchu listen to a motherfuckin' cut
And you turned around and pulled some old friday shit out
What kind of shit is that?

(B real)
Hmmm... let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast dick!
The east coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the king sun!
He tried to warn us niggas aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even began dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew
All because ya wannabe cypress cube!
Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy went to school out in the valley
Fuck it, lemme make this understood
Speakin' on mama's little boy n da hood!
No vaseline
Just a rope & a chair & gasoline!
Lench mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them niggaz from behind
You know what the hossack(sp) is, o'shea?
A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight!
Where ya gonna run to? where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! look who's waitin outside!

I got a can of kickass witcha motherfuckin name on it cube
You wanna come collect it, or should I bring it to you?
Cause' all that bullshit you doin'
Aint nuthin' fly about that shit, muthafuckin thang
And I aint bullshittin', you need to back the fuck off
And that's real, kick rocks busta

(B real)
Natural born bullshitta! lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get witcha!
Your homie (?)
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
Buddha! let me take you down under on a plane
When everybody was going insane!
Took a look at the real one
Afro comb! the next morning you didn't have yours on
How many ways will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'till you hear the microphone!
I got cube melting in a tray
Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day!
Unoriginal rap veteran..
The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends!
Don't trust that nigga named o'shea
Fuck him, and send him on his way

Cypress motherfuckin hill
The hardest muthafuckin posse there is out here nigga
So how did you think you could step to this
Yea nigga, the big bow wow bam cypress hill
Timmy timmy tone fool, all through ya muthafuckin do'
Nigga you cant handle the hill, the fuck was you thinkin about
You know you step to this, you gotta step to correct
And cypress aint havin that shit, yea nigga
We crackin fuckin necks, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck
So bring it out if you wanna test it

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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