Cypress Hill Featuring 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)