Step back as I'm kicking up dust For a while As I put mothaf**kas to rest And pull their files Out from the cabinet With the picture Get the 45 and settle it With this punk niggaare Slow your roll As I take control Take your toke from the Indo' Then hit and hold Now let it out How you feel when the herb Got you by the balls And you're coughing up a lung anyhow You can't shake That niggaare that's gonna brake Fool On any one member of your b**ch crew As I pull the trigger On my nine Say goodnight niggaare Boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye Put your a** on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye Rock-a-bye ni**a boom biddy bye bye You ain't never caught a rabbit So you ain't no friend of mine It's a habit Barkin' up your tree with my nine Keep your b**ch on a leash or at home A nick knack Paddywack Give the dog a bone The raw dog F**k a law dog Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off 'Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up Buckle up Chin checking It's on I reckon It's the wild wild west Get your 40 and your blunt And your Glock and your bulletproof vest Let me guess Everybody wanna test Everybody burning up gonna get burned like Ses Laudy daudy We're f**king everybody
Boom biddy bye Sing the lullaby In the party
Boom biddy bye bye Put your a** on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die
Yes yes ya'll To the beat ya'll Watch a punk slipin' see the pouta fall I'm buck-loody Looking for the ni**a who wanna cut me 'Cause the niggaare gets so funky Fool I'm the one From The big bad Cypress Hill clique a Number one son of the funk freaka Yes yes ya'll I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast ya'll Comin' from the west ya'll But I figure
You'd cry like a b**ch Don't twitch 'Cause I just might pull the trigga Now lay down
Stay down Don't move a muscle if you see Your homeboy's brains on the ground Don't f**k don't say nothin' You f**k around and I might get ragamuffin
Boom biddy bye bye Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die
Boom biddy bye bye Put your a** on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye I put the Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye Any last prayers before you die
