| Artist/Group:Cypress Hill Album:Temples Of Boom Title:No Rest For The Wicked Dissin' Ice Cube Lyrics: (Sen Dog) Bitch-Ass motherfucker,Peter Pie ass nigga,stand on your own two feet bitch... How da fuck you gonna bite somebody elses dick nigga your's ain't long enough to put in your mouth punk...wussup with that shit ?? ... Muggs make it rough... (B-Real): So many fools swingin from my sack lets 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! (Sen Dog): 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 ... |
