Cypress Hill F- Mc Eiht Prelude To A Come Up Lyrics

Prelude To A Come Up Lyrics

[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)