Prelude To A Come Up lyrics

Artist  : Cypress Hill Featuring MC Eiht 
Song : 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 that's 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
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a
hideout til..
cool, homey, I'll bring some
fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines
in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a
land
with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm
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 it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my
main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the
Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
From
the two G's, 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, I'm mad lib
and I wanna live and I'm
givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin
shit, and I'm 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]
We's 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 time's 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 I'm meetin and greetin
the people speakin
and leadin the motherfuckers
who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you
suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You
love us, you can't stop, these mad audio
hustlers

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin
Hill God" (5X)